5 NOVEMBER 1904, page 27

Are Among The Rural Poor Many A Soul In. Whom

the divine spark smoulders, whose vague, shadowy musings ever remain unbodied spirits,—wandering ghosts, vainly seeking a palpable form they may inhabit. We may remark in......

" The Prouder Beauties Of The Field

In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honours yield, They flourish and decline." More money is being spent on the luxuries of country life. and more fine......