Marmion.

O WOMAN, in our hours of ease
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade

By the light quivering aspen made;

When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!

Scott.

ἀηδὼν μέλος οικτρὸν

καλῶς σοὶ καταθρηνεῖ.
λίσσομαι, ἁβράν μοι,
κούρα, φράζε συνώριδα,
ποῦ ναίει, μάλα τῷ σῷ
Ναρκίσσῳ δέμας ἐμφερής
εἰ δ ̓ ἔκρυψας ἐν ἄνθεσι
σπηλαίου τινος, ἀλλά μοι
εἴποις ποῦ ποτε, φιλτάτα
φεῦ· δέσποιν', ὀάρου θεὰ,
πρόφρασσ', οὐρανόπαι. κεἰς που

λὸν οὕτω μεταναστᾶσ',
Ολύμποιο μελάθρων

εὐκέλαδον πάσῃ

δοίης αρμονία χάριν.

L.

ἀντιστρ.

Splendide Mendax.

FEMINA, quæ, molles si quando carpimus horas,
Tristis es, et dubia concilianda vice;

Quæ levior zephyro, tremulaque incertior umbra,
Quam facit alternis populus alba comis;
Cum dolor atque supercilio gravis imminet angor,
Fungeris angelico sola ministerio.

H. J. T. D.

Oft in the Stilly Night.

OFT in the stilly night,

Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light

Of other days around me:

The smiles, the tears, of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken;

The eyes that shone, now dimmed and gone;
The cheerful hearts now broken.

When I remember all

The friends so linked together,
I've seen around me fall,

Like leaves in wintry weather;
I feel like one who treads alone

Some banquet-hall deserted,

Whose lights are fled, whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed!

Moore.

The Tell-Tale.

I WILL tell my own daddy, when he comes home,
What little good work my mammy has done:
She has earnt a penny, spent a groat,

And a hole is torn in the baby's new coat.

Gammer Gurton.

Ad Absentes Amicos.

SÆPE mihi, dum nox late silet, ante catena
Quam domitos sensus vinxerit alma quies,
Præteritos reparat magica dulcedine soles
Mnemosyne, cupida solicitata prece.
Omne redit, quidquid ridere aut flere solebam,
Quidquid et effari motus amore puer;
Qui nunc luce carent, oculi effulgere videntur;
Quæ periere, novo corda lepore micant.
Ah! quoties animo veteres reminiscor amicos,
Indelibata pectora juncta fide,

Quos ego, væ misero, vidi cecidisse superstes,
Ut folia hiberno flamine rapta cadunt;
Deserta videor spatiari moestus in aula,

Quam nuper festi perstrepuere chori;

Qua lychni sine luce manent, sine odore corollæ ; Et, de convivis tot modo, solus ego!

B. H. K.

Sycophanta.

OPTIMUS ille domum redeat pater, omnia dicam-
O pater, infelix accipe matris opus;
Unum demeruit, consumpsit quatuor asses,
Inque nova infantis veste foramen hiat!

H.D.

4

Auld Lang Syne.

SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne,

We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,

For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,

And pu't the gowans fine;

But we've wandered mony a weary foot

Sin' auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl't i' the burn

Frae mornin sun till dine;

But seas between us braid hae roared

Sin' auld lang syne.

And here's a hand, my trusty fier,

And gie's a hand o' thine;

And we'll tak a right good willie waught,

For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup,

And surely I'll be mine;

And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,

For auld lang syne.