16 FEBRUARY 1889, page 16

Poetry.

BLACK DAYS IN ROME, 1888.89. GROWLING by my fire of logs, (Lightning, thunder, cats and dogs),— Watch I how the waters vex Passers-by about the necks: For each soul that......

Art.

A GOOD-BYE! I HOPE my readers will pardon me for addressing them for once personally ; and as I want to talk rather than write to them (for no one wishes to say "Good-bye !"......