Ad Infantem.

DORMIAS, bellule
Care puellule ;
Pater erraticus
Abît venaticus;
Lacte matercula
Apparat fercula;
Soror cum fiscina
Quærit bombycina ;
Frater his gnavior,
Frater his suavior,
Redît cum vellere,
Quo sciat pellere
Frigus a bellulo
Fratre puellulo.

E. C. H.

VENANDO pater est intentus; parve, quiesce;

Mulgendo mater; parve, quiesce, puer. Mercatum soror it bombycina syrmata : frater Vellus emit tenerum, quod tua membra tegat.

F. H.

The Ceasing of the Oracles.

The Oracles are dumb,

No voice or hideous hum

Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can now no more divine,

With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.

The lonely mountains o'er,

And the resounding shore,

A voice of weeping heard and loud lament;
From haunted spring and dale,
Edged with the poplar pale,

The parting Genius is with sighing sent.

With flower-inwoven tresses torn,

The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.

ORACULORUM quicquid erat, tacet ;
Nec fraudulentas murmure dissono
Effundit ambages sacerdos

Per magici laqueare templi.
Sanctisque sanctas incola Pythius
Dedoctus artes tandem adytis silet,
Tandem ipse Delphorum supinam

Destituit gemebundus arcem.
Nec fabulosæ noctis imagines,
Nec elocuto murmura Apolline
Mentem pavescentis ministri

Fatidicis quatiunt ab antris.
At sæpe fletus montibus inviis,
At crebra rauco litore personant
Lamenta ; fons utcunque, Fauno

Exule, populeaque silva
Prætexta vallis non sine planctibus
Linquuntur ; umbræque implicitæ Dryas
Conquesta sublustri recessu

Scissa sedet vario capillum

In consecrated earth,
And on the holy hearth,

The Lars and Lemures mourn with midnight plaint ;
In urns and altars round,
A drear and dying sound

Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar power foregoes his wonted seat.

Milton,

He must be told on't, and he shall.

He that can please nobody is not so much to be pitied, | as he that nobody can please.

Flore impeditum; perque sacros focos,
Et consecrato in cespite præsidum
De nocte suspirant omisso

Turba Larum Lemurumque cultu.
Et inter urnas tenuis anhelitus,
Arasque circum sparsus, et invicem
Dilapsus arcanis timori est

Flaminibus medio apparatu :
Signumque ductum marmore frigido
Sudoris udi stillat imagine,
Sellisque Di, regno potiti

Quisque suo, fugiunt relictis.

H. I. S. M.

Uter est insanior horum ?

O TER mihi dolende, qui nulli places !
0 millies dolende, cui nemo placet !

B. H. K.

EYOANAEIA.

Parvula libarat vitam Melitilla ; sed eheu !

Displicuit niinia potus amaritie: Leniter amovit tenero cratera labello,

Atque iterum somno lumina composuit.

B. H. K.