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here and there in tho book, and the obvious music of such 
a song as " TIk- Call of the Road " : 
The long white road is calling where the Dfvon hills arc .set, 
.•\n<l there's scent ot ling and heather in the hreezft ;••-'■ - • 
-Xnd 1 see a cottage dreaming, and I smell the mignonette. 
In a garden that is murmurous with bees. 
• •.*»♦ 
In The Red Plane/ and 0/fier Poems, iiy Hormcin Cross 
(.■\. C. Filield, 2S. net), tliere is more striving after individuality 
of expression than in Mr. Drew's poems. I'hc result of this is 
a greater unevenness in the workmaushij) but a more 
interesting \olume. Often his tortured .sentences are hard 
to unravfi as' in this opening verse of " The Backslider " ; 
You ask me : How shall a man 
Tenif>l Heareit with a lie ? 
Well, what shall a coward less than, 
The hour he dreads to die^-' 
liut M>ni(timcs thoi'giit and words, are use<i in a liarmony 
worthy of the nmsiiian he loves, " Beethoven. Lord ol Song, 
unrobed of word, .Magnificent, pure, nuked soul of sound, "as 
in this final strophe ol " .Milestones " : ,yi.. W i 
.\iu! summer skies have never know« since then 
■'Not to he filmed with gray: 
.^nd fancy has curbed her bold cxulierant wings, 
H'jpc strikes on muted strings./ ■ 
Such are the .\nniversaries of -men 
So the ol(J Memories, unchidden, stav . , , 
So the years pass away. 
There is also whimsicahty arid satire in thc-booli sonu times 
iichieving an effective imago. There i.s,' for instance, a 
tniili not ina])tly expressed m this descriptio-n of the Latest 
\i I he melody was like the nap oir' cloth. Or fluff on 
lldinul, iliin, unlineal. " I'niineal " is .surely good. 
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.\nother gallant book of war-verse is Hidiard Dennys's 
\ here is no DeaUi (John Lane, 2s. (xl. net). It is introduced 
with a pleasant tribute to the author — another young man of 
])romise never here to come to the fruition of liis powcrs.-- 
by Desmond Coke, an ex-cditor of the Oxford Isis (how re- 
luctant I am to leave the place !) and well known as a novelist- 
Let his friend write the commencement of Dennys's epitaph in 
prose : — " He was an essential amateur ; not in the vile 
lodern sense, but in the fine old meaning of that territf}- 
treated word. Beauty in every form lie loved, and Jiis 
whole life was beautiful m a degree that covdd never be cotjj- 
nnmicated to anyone; who liad not known him. He was a mf^ 
to' kmnc, and to be thankful for lia\ii-,g known." Let 
Dennys complete his own epitaph in characteristic vcrM ; 
My friends the hills, the sea, the sun. 
The winds, the woods, the clouds, the trees — 
How feebly, if my youth were done, 
■ i Could I, an old man, relish these ! 
With laughter, then, I'll go to greet 
What I'ate has still in store for m?. 
,\nd welcomj Death if we ^hoidil nirl, 
And h:ax him willing comparu 
Ct)nic when it may, the stern decree 
For me to leave the cheery thrpng 
And <]uit the sturdy company "' ' 
Of brothers that I work, among. 
No need for me to look askance. 
Since lio regret my prospect mars. 
My. day was happy— and perchance 
The coming night is full of stars." 
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After the spontaneity of such y(nuhful verse I must confess 
a certain element of tlie factitious in SirWilliam Watson's 
latest volume of poems, The Man Who Saw (John Murray 
3s. bd. net), disturbs my usual aclmiration lor the most 
classic of our ])oets. The voice that damned Abdiil ore 
rotnndo grows almost tenuous in withering the Kaiser with 
slirill blasts, as thus : 
Last product of ('■crniaii {'ultiirc 
There leave liini, to make a meal 
L'lir some not too dainty vulture— 
l.c diablc — hi-bas — dans I'ilc. 
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"Whenever peace is rc.stoi;ed, tlicr'c iS certain to .be a big influx 
of .\meri<an visitors to London. Since laotcKs in the British 
nictroiwlis l]a\e been so greatly improved, the popu!;i.rity of 
F*ndon as a pleasure resort has increased, and before the war 
if was running Paris close in the opinion of -Americans. A good 
type of the modern hotel, where comfort and dignity are com- 
bined amid the most fashionable surroundings, is the Coburg 
Jlotel, which lies just between (Jro.svenor Square and Berkeley 
Square, liverything is done there in the best style, and at the 
same time guests are made to feel as much at home as though 
they were at home. The Coburg is very pf)piilar with the 
British aristocracy and with county families. And it is alsrj most 
favourably regarded in the best circles across the Atlantic. 
