Poetry.
MARRIAGE. THOU art my own, my darling and my wife; And when we pass into another Life, Still thou art mine. All this which now we see Is but the childhood of Eternity; And thou......
Mr. A. Beckett's New Book.
[TO THE EDITOR OF THE esescreiroa."] SIR,—As your reviewer calls in question my right to entitle my latest published book "London at the End of the Century," will you permit me......
Books.
ONE OF THE KINGSLEYS.* IT is worth noticing that the records of intellectual eminence in this century show a peculiar number of cases where the distinction has not concentrated......
Where My Treasure Is. Lord Of The Living, When My
race is run, Will that I pass beneath the risen atm; Suffer my sight to dim upon some scene Of Thy good green. Let my last pillow be the earth I love, With fair infinity of blue......
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