24 OCTOBER 1896, page 18
The Rain May Fall, The Wind May Blow, But I,
day-dreaming, always see Your heather lit by sunset's glow To scarcely earthly brilliancy : Or should a storm-cloud dome your land I picture it as rainbow spanned. Some other......
Poetry.
THE OLD VILLAGE CHURCH. HERE, on a gently swelling perch, Backed by a straggling strip of wood, Half in the village stands the church, Half in a sacred solitude :— A. square......
Books.
THE LIFE OF LOCKHART.* MR. LANG and his publishers have taken time by the forelock in boldly claiming next year for their date of publication, in advance upon the early methods......
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