11 MAY 1895, page 16

Poetry.

TO A LARK SINGING IN THE BLACK COUNTRY. 0 BONNIE bird, thou surely art not wise To nestle in this poor pretence of grass, To bear aloft into our grimy skies Thy song divine ;......

Art.

THE ACADEMY.—I. BEING REFLECTIONS ON SIMPLE TASTES. WHY all this huge pretence of painting and pretence of a taste for painting ? In matters the public really has a taste for,......

Dr. Boyd's Story Of The Priest.

[To THZ EDITOR 0/ TEl " SPROTATOZ."] Sin,—In your interesting review of "St. Andrews and Else- where," in the Spectator of April 27th, you quote an anecdote of a Scottish priest......