has promised. Only everything must corroborate.
"We heed the whisper of the spy who returns with
the wine stain upon his hands and the song in his
mouth; we ignore the statistics of those "who
have toiled all day in the vineyard, and never
found the grapes."
What song the Sirens sang may admit of con-
jecture but is a superfluous inquiry. Give the
score of it to a singer whose lifelong art is the
attempt to disinfect his voice, and should we have
to stop our ears for fear of seduction ? But let
that music unmistakable sound, though ever so
faint, and the heart of the galley slave is free of
the despot mood that refuses him his own memo-
ries and desires, he is ranging Elysian meadows and
greeting companions long renounced.
After so many eminent men with their imposing
baggage have occupied these columns, I do not
know what chance a nonchalant dreamer may stand
of being overheard. For the space of his turn he
awaits your pleasure.
D. S. MacColl.
LIFF TOWERS " : A HOUSE SUNDIAL AT " CLIFF TOWERS "
ON THE DEVONSHIRE DESIGNED BY C HARRISON TOWNSEND
COAST. BY C. HARRISON c u. . L „ ,
^rnu7\Tcr\Trv for a world "where nothing is but all thin srs seem,
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a world where no client troubles, and—better still
The projet beloved by the French —where no sordid questions of cost arise to disturb
architect, and by not a few English ones, is adapted its eternal calm. But man is a conditioned creature,
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"cliff towers." entrance fron1
c. HARRISON townsend, architect