26 FEBRUARY 1927, page 12

Poetry

Pretty Girl IN copses and woodland soft wings were astir, 'Mid budding of larches and shadow of fir, And a blackbird was whistling, out in the rain, Just over and over and over......

Gothic

His is .a Gothic soul, Thought-pinnacled, dream-fair. Why do his fellow-men See only gargoyles there-? VIOLET ALLEYI4 STOREl?'......

Correspondence

A LETTER FROM PEKING. [To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] SIR,- -Since the British Concession at Hankow was " jumped " by the mob nearly a month ago nothing particular has......