Poetry
The Yellow Bittern "Deirin De, Deirin De ! Ta a» barman damn ag labhairt son Weal& Deirin De, Deirin- De ! " (Iam( Four Sm.) Tux yellow bittern flew into the bog, And sat him......
Visiting Mental Hospitals
[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] SIR,—Yielding to the oft-repeated request of one of my friends that I should " write to the Spectator," I venture now to ask the kind......
The Homecroft Scheme [to The Editor Of The Spectator.]
SIR,--A smiling piece of land, a beautiful, flat, loamy, gravelly piece of fruit-bearing soil, " of the best in Gloucestershire," lies on the left side of the road as you walk......
State [to The Editor Of The Spectator.] Sra,—i Am Afraid
that Dr. Hertz, in trying to save yoi readers from a misconception, has himself fallen into it He seems greatly disturbed by my article on " Liberal Judaiai and the Modern......
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