[" It is greatly to be hoped that London will
not lose the incalculable benefits of the Hampstead Heath extension owing to the failure to raise the last 45,t03."—Spectator, July 30th.]
THEY never ask, they never hope, to share
The lovingkindness of the larger air Breathed from the sea, the mountain, or the moor, Those gallant, uncomplaining poor, They only ask, the many of the few, Their right to keep the beauty of the view From that familiar heath and hill Unchanged, undesecrated still, And there to rest awhile, then toil anew.
Are we so gentle, are their hearts so rude? Against the rich Christ waged not any feud, Yet when we leave the town He stays behind.
HUGH MACNAGHTEN.