Poetry.
THE EMPIRE TO HER ENEMIES. I MOURN, but with a mind unmoved : The guns that for an hour grew still While death leaned o'er the well-beloved, Proclaim once more my sovran will.......
Ranja And Hir : A Punjabi Ballad.
I'VE hung my swing upon the peepul tree. Swing high, girls ; higher still, that I may see The tassels and the turban of my love; Or, better still, perchance he may see me. Come,......
A Quotation From Dekker.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR."] SIE,—You have, I see, closed the correspondence in your columns on " The Definition of a Gentleman." Still, I venture to send the lines from......
France And England.
go THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR."] SIB, —With reference to your article in the Spectator of February 2nd under the above beading, it may be of interest to quote from a letter......
An Irish Boy's Tribute To The Queen.
(To THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR."! Sin,—The following incident which occurred here the day after the Queen's death may perhaps interest your readers. A little barefooted boy in......
The Irish Extremists And The Boers.
[TO THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR. "] Sin,—There is a curious sidelight on the history of South Africa in Major Le Caron's " Twenty-five Years in the Secret Service" (p. 169) :—......
Books.
THE MEANING OF GOOD.* THE " Dedication" in verse of this book is perhaps the best thing in the whole volume. We do not mean to say that there is not much else which is very......
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