21 OCTOBER 1911, Page 17

[TO TER EDITOR Or VAR " SPECTATOR."] SIE,' . 4 should like

to make an addition to those tributes in verse offered by poets to their mothers which were quoted or referred to in your article upon this subject in the Spectator for October 14th. James Rhoades dedicates his first volume of poems to the memory of his mother in some opening

stanzas, whose tender beauty expresses his sorrow at not being able actually to place the volume, as he had hoped, in her hands. The reflection follows, to whose truth many could testify :— "Till this one change has found us, The hours their glass forget; The old arms linger round us, The child-heart holds us yet."

—I am, Sir, &c., H. A. C.