10 NOVEMBER 1888, page 17

Poetry.

AUTUMN VOICES. WHEN I was in the wood to-day The golden leaves were falling round me ; And I thought I heard soft voices say Words that with sad enchantment bound me. 0 dying......

Books.

HOW PEASANT-PROPRIETORS LITE.* LADY VERNEY argues half her case exceedingly well, but she seems to be entirely unaware that it is only half her case. The substitution of......