Eltjsive Nature.
THE daisy droops upon its stem, A glow is on the grass, I cannot touch her healing hem, And yet I feel her pass. Still, like a summer wind that streams Over the fields unmown;......
Books.
JO WE TT'S SERMONS.* Wno does not recall the miserable explosion of sectarian enmity of which the late Master of Banjo' was the object not so many years ago ? He was treated as......
A Coincidence.
[TO TIM EDITOR OF TUX "SPECTATOR. " ] Sin,—This week, on Maundy Thursday, March 30th, I buried in Adisham Churchyard, one Ann Rye, who formerly resided here. She went to live at......
The Influenza.
[TO THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR:1 Sin,—I read in the Spectator of March 25th :—" The influenza pest is raging again in London." Later :—" The visitation has been more......
Poetry.
BIRDS IN WINTER. TO-DAY the feathered preachers sing, Amid the holly, And claim a tithe for all they bring ; And some are thin and poor and lean, And some, like pluralist or......
Zoroaster.
[To Tax EDITOR OF rue " SPRCTATOR."] Sin,—In reviewing Professor Jackson's book on Zoroaster in a recent number of the Spectator, you censured the author for failing to discuss......
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