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the place where found originally to the section drawn, but 
it seems fairly clear that they do not belong to exactly the 
same horizon, as the strata between are quite distinct. Yet 
the rock in which the casts occur is strikingly similar in the 
two localities. The southern locality is probably higher 
stratigraphically. 
The photographs (plate XVI.) showfthe persistent bed con- 
taining the casts, and will enable any visitor to find the bed. 
Knowledge for April contains an article on a British Folk-Lore Museum 
in which the writer, Mr. W. R. Butterfield, wrongly accuses his 
colleagues in the museum world with neglecting objects dealing with 
folk-lore. We are familiar with most of the museums in the country, 
and can assure Mr. Butterfield that very few indeed neglect folk-lore 
relics now-a-days, whatever may have been the case in the past. In the- 
same number Mr. W. Mark Webb deals with Museums and Education, 
in which he gives some useful hints for school museums. 
Man and Other Poems and a Preface by Marie C. Stopes, London : W. 
Heinemann, 76 pp., 3/6 net. Mrs. Huxley, it will be remembered, wrote 
a book of poems, and now Dr. Marie C. Stopes (who on page 54 styles 
herself the ‘ fossil botanist,’) has followed suit; but naturally she has 
gone one better, and in addition to the verses, she has written to some 
length to explain how it happens that she has rhymed. Her opinion seems 
to be that a poet is not the creator, but merely the tool in the hands of the 
poem. ‘ The poem seems to be constantly forming within the poet and 
has to be written.’ She anticipates criticism, however, by asking, ‘ If 
she claims external and direct inspiration for poets, why are her own 
verses not finer ? ’ She gives the reason that as yet she is 'an imperfect 
instrument,’ and, of course, on that point she is the best judge. She gives 
some quaint, and possibly hardly poetic accounts of the way some of her 
poems were written. For instance, ‘ In Tokio once, when I was cycling 
in hast.e to the University, a poem insisted on being bom. I resisted it, 
but in the end had simply to get off the bicycle, otherwise the thing would 
have been mutilated.’ Another time she was closed up in a stuff y 
room and on opening the shutters, flung her arms out towards the moon and 
cried, ‘ Oh, Moon,’ etc., and ‘ as quickly as one could speak, rattled off 
some verses which she immediately put to paper, and they are given on 
page 20.’ The last verse reads : — 
Wise Queen of the Night, 
Thou hast loved an Ideal, 
And kept thy pure beauty 
From taint of the Real ! 
Yet dost thou ne’er dream 
Of the warmth and the bliss 
That comes of the meeting 
Of two in a kiss. 
which shows that even a ‘ fossil botanist ’ has another side to her nature. 
J udging from the poems, Dr. Stopes has had many interesting experiences, 
but we must not enter into these. We particularly like her ’ Aspirations ’ 
and ‘ The Brother.' Her chief poem, ‘ Man ' has many passages that are 
hardly poetic, though in view of the subject, this is quite possible. For 
instance, ‘ The strong-limbed creature runs his college race ; Mud flecks 
his hairy calves, so swift his pace ; The sweat pours down his forehead to 
his nose.’ 
Naturalist, 
