6 SEPTEMBER 1913, page 9

An Incorrigible Unionist.

T HE Bog of Allen slid past the window of the railway carriage, in long floors of grey and brown, rifted with mauve; the horizon was level as a bow-string, and the grey sky......

The Many Italies.

S EEING Italy would be such a simple affair if there were only one Italy to see, but there are many. The air is full of echoes, and we strain our ears to catch faint, elusive......