15 AUGUST 1891, page 17
Poetry.
AN EPISTLE. So, into Cornwall you go down, And leave me loitering here in town. For me, the ebb of London ' s wave, Not ocean-thunder in Cornish cave. My friends (save only one......
Books.
THE UNIVERSE OF STARS.* IT is only, curiously enough, within the last decade or two that the science of astronomy has answered to its name. Until the methods of spectrum......
The Man Whose Heart For England's Greatness Yearned, And So
to England's least ones ever turned, The lads unfathered, houseless, and unfed, And strove to show them duty P Shall the dead Who left their bones where Nubian deserts burned......
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