Story Of A Donkey.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR: P i SIR,—As your readers seem interested in stories of affection and fidelity in animals, I think it possible you might consider the inclosed......
The Death Of Bob,' The South Australian Railway Dog.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR."] Bob,' the South Australian railway dog, has ended his eventful career, which is, I think, worthy of notice in the Spectator.* Like many other......
Slumber-song-.
SLEEP! the spirits that attend On thy waking hours are fled. Heaven thou canst not now offend Till thy slumber-plumes are shed; Consciousness alone doth lend Life its pain, and......
Poetry.
THE QUEST. 0 TIME, where hast thou laid My Self of yesterday ? Where at his tomb I prayed, I come again to pray- 'Tis empty ! Who has hither strayed And taken him away ?......
The Life-tide.
EACH wave that breaks upon the strand, How swift soe'er to spurn the sand And seek again the sea, Christ-like, within its lifted hand Must bear the stigma of the land For all......
Books.
ARCHIBALD FORBES'S MEMORIES.* THE author of these pages is nothing if not a war-corre- spondent. He is the very form and image of that product of the present times, of and from......
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