Correspondence
A LETTER FROM MONTREAL. [To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] SIR,—The conviction which is rapidly growing in the minds of Canadians that something is going to be done about......
Poetry
Green Branches T. boys and girls come back from the woods in the gloaming, Carrying branches like banners and buds unfolding ; All that is ripe for plucking and sweeter for......
A Letter From Peking. [to The Editor Of The Spectator.]
Sin,—In a country strewn with the debris of broken contracts (not so much because of broken faith as because of broken power on the part of the contractors) the value of the......
The Skooter
WITH leg outstretched upon the air fly like horses at the Fair. I love the sunny, windy day With brown leaves blowing every way ; A voice calls faint and far behind For me to......
Memory's Garden
PRIM box hedges, London Pride, Clove carnations Down each side. Old flagged path-way, Grown with moss, Where the lilacs Meet across. Grey sun-dial, Where we trace All y..nith's......
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