An Extract of Reflection

I looked on the silver, shimmering sea, And a message of peace it brought to me, As it mirrored the infinite blue above ’Twas an embl...

Son of Old Ireland, but his lot Lies in a foreign, far-off spot; He pauses oft, to think of — what?    Lough Neagh; and home! Twin ...

The following poem is [was then] written by a schoolboy of fourteen, at the C.I.M. school of Chefoe, China. The German view:— ...

“The Belfast Corporation voted themselves free ‘passes’ on the new city tramways, on 1st January, 1905.” — City Press. If you want gea...

Life to most is but a tangle    Woven to a web; Music made of endless jangle    From which no love doth ebb. Each day's mon...

Help me to love instead of hate; Help me to hope; help me to wait. From out my store, help me give; Thou, who knowest, help me forgiv...

by H. Malcolm M‘Kee, M.C. THE approach of Ulster's greatest day carries my mind back thirty-seven years. And I think of the men of We...