We Strive At Tennis, Harry, John, And I,
And my boy Charlie on a Surrey lawn ; The rackets sweetly click, the swift balls fly, While "fault 1" and "deuce P' and "vantage!" are the cry. From the near village sounds the......
Books.
BALDER THE BEAUTIFUL.* IN the " Note " which serves as a preface to this poem, Mr. Buchanan warns us to dismiss from our minds all recollection of the Eddas, Ewald's Balder,......
[to The Edit011, Of The "spectator:] Sir, —may I Say A
few words, the fruit of an experience of school work extending now over many years, which have been suggested to me by the recent correspondence in your columns ? If I rightly......
Poetry.
BLOW fresh, ye Winds, blow fresh and strong, Sing loud, dear Lark, your sweetest song,— In the deep blue, sing loud and long. Shine brightly, Sun, in summer might, Flood all the......
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