With The Tide.
YESTREEN, the hour before he died, He groan'd, and said: "Dear lass, Go see if the tide be like to turn And my poor soul to "Ass." And I went. But I swore to God as I went, That......
Tolerance And Intolerance.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR." j Sin,—As the correspondent who addressed you last year on this subject, and to whom you refer in your note in reply to Father Gerard's letter......
The Future Of Electric Power.
[TO THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR.") Sin,—In an article on " The Future of Electric Power" in , the Spectator of June 14th I see the following :—" The factories will no longer......
Poetry.
WAITING. 01331 streets were decked to greet our King ; We spread his path with flags and flowers ; A thousand bells were tuned to ring A welcome from their rocking towers.......
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