4 DECEMBER 1897, page 31

Poetry.

ON READING TENNYSON'S LIFE. BUT yesterday there was a hand That touched the harp with high command ; From first to last its faultless strain Was resolutely clear and sane; No......

Books.

A BUNDLE OF BALLADS" Essex was fretting in Cadiz Bay With the galleons fair in sight ; Howard at last must give him his way, And the word was passed to fight. Never was......