Autumn Song.
[TRANSLATED FROM LUDWIG TLECK.] IxTo the fields flew a little bird; In the joyous sunshine his song was heard; And wondrous sweet was the sound of his lay. "Farewell, I am going......
Books.
WE welcome the volume which has suggested the question chosen for our title, as one of several signs apparent in these later days that the long winter of philosophy is drawing......
Poetry.
"DEO GRATIAS." APRIL, 1580. VOTE out, from where the heather-blush Purples the hills of Scottish song, The sand-heaps raised of Self and Wrong,— Vote out the Policy of Plush.......
Criticism And Its Functions.
[TO THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR."] SIR,—The acute and good-tempered letter which you printed in your last issue, headed "The Harmless, Necessary Critic," deserves an answer,......
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