26 AUGUST 1899, page 18

Poetry.

THE BELLS. ON one of these still Autumn days, I know not where, I know not when, Far o'er the hills beyond the haze I lighted on a lonely glen. Brushing the bracken with my......

Blossomfall.

A Bong of Springtime in Summer. GENTLEST Season I earth is rife With the signs and sounds of life, Life whose crescent age will soon Pass from Mayhood on to June, Month of mild......

Books.

THE PHILOSOPHY OF INDIA.* THE vast and little-known regions of Indian thought with their rarified atmosphere and their inaccessible peaks soaring upwards into the blue have been......