Poetry.

DAPHNE. WHEN green as a river was the barley, Green as a river the rye, I waded deep and began to parley With a youth whom I heard sigh. " I seek," said he, " a lovely lady, A......

" The New Leviathan."

[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] Stn,—In my letter, which you kindly published on May 5th, I see that I inadvertently referred to the Declaration of Independence instead of to......

American Books In London.

[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] Sia,—Your correspondent, " Americans," states that no- where in town is there, to his knowledge, a bookshop where one can actually see American......

The Late Spring In Canada.

[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] SIR,—I think I read an article in your paper contrasting the bitter weather Canada had about Easter with the warmth of England at that date ?......

A Dark House And A Detested Wife."

[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] Si ,—Perhaps you will allow me to express appreciation of your masterly analysis of several Shakespearean passages in the issue of the......

The Centaurs. Tan Silken Horses Chafe And Shift Under The

falling chestnut petals, Tossing aloft cream-foamy crests. A fine rain slants, the blown dust settles. The silken horses leap at last, Are curbed, released, recurbed,......

The Oxford Women's Colleges.

[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] SIR, --The work of the Four Colleges for Women in Oxford is crippled for want of endowments. As your readers know, they are making great......