13 OCTOBER 1894, page 32
To Prowl,' My Cat.
You are life's true philosopher, An epicure of air and sun, An egoist in sable fur, To whom all moralists are one. You hold your race-traditions fast,— While others toil, you......
Poetry.
MERRY AUTUMN. GOLDEN woodland, sea-blue sky, Crests of cloud-waves tossed on high ; Bouncing breezes, lustrous showers, Leaves and berries gay as flowers Purple storms in......
Books.
A HISTORY OF THE PAPACY DURING THE REFORMATION.* As the Bishop of Peterborough advances, the scale of his work alters wonderfully little. The first volume, it is true, covered......
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