Ad Enfantem.

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 Defectio.

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 implicita 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.

Epitaph.

SHE took the cup of life to sip;
Too bitter 'twas to drain;

She meekly put it from her lip,

And went to sleep again.

Colton.

Anon

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.

ter est insaníor horum?

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

B. H. K.

ΕΥΘΑΝΑΣΙΑ.

PARVULA libarat vitam Melitilla; sed eheu!
Displicuit nimia potus amaritie:

Leniter amovit tenero cratera labello,

Atque iterum somno lumina composuit.

B. H. K.

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