Mater Dolorosa.
OH, my eyes were dry, and my heart was sad, When off to the wars went my soldier lad ; I spake no word, but my heart was sore, For I thought I may never look on him more. And......
Books.
HoFFDING'S HISTORY OF PHILOSOPHY.* IT is remarkable that so many important works should have come in recent years from the Northern capitals of Europe, revealing an eager......
Poetry.
ABOU HAMED. Two white stone crosses side by side Mark where the true blood flowed, Where Sydney and Fitzclarence died To win the desert road. And ringed about them close at hand......
The American Negro In Business.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR. "] SIR,—Your valuable paper in the Spectator of March 31st is in common with most that have been written on the same subject, defective and, in......
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