15 JANUARY 1927, page 12

Poetry

Rose and Gold FROM my low window I behold No skies but just a golden wood, A spread of golden grass, and gold Sheep in the golden solitude. Somewhere the sunset turns to rose,......

• [a Letter From Corsica.] [to The Editor Of The

SPECTATOR.] SIR,—Last summer I came across a book entitled Concerning Corsica, by Madame Rene Juta. This was responsible for my two visits to this island, this ".heavily-loaded......

Correspondence

A LETTER FROM THE RIVIERA. [To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] SIR,—Nowhere are the perplexities resulting from the erratic behaviour of the franc more acutely felt than on the......