Mortality.
[FROM THE "SPECTATOR," FEBRVARY 1.] How do the roses die? Do their leaves fall together, Thrown down and scattered by the sky Of angry weather? No,—the sad thunder-stroke......
Poetry.
DE PROFUNDIS. BELOW the dark waves, where the dead go down, Are gulfs of night more deep ; But little care they whom the waves once drown, How far from light they sleep. But......
The Akenham Burial Case.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR,"] Sm,—The writer of a paragraph on the Akenham burial case, in your summary last week, made a mistake of considerable importance. He spoke of......
Books.
MR. McCARTHY'S "HISTORY OF OUR OWN TIMES."* IN these splendidly printed and dexterously bound volumes we have the first half of what promises to be a deservedly success- ful......
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