AD ERINNAM.

Mollis ubi exciderit dulcedo vocis, Erinna,
In memori vivax contremit aure melos;
Etsi tabuerint, violis tamen integer halat,

Qui semel accensis naribus hæret, odor.
Depereunte rosâ, roseis tamen aptus amatæ
Sternitur e foliis congeriturque torus.
Atque tui, ut jaceas exstincta, superstitis inter
Ingenii flores ipse quiescet Amor.

IDEM ANGLICE.

Of late by Thyber's glassy waves I strayed,
Where the hoarse stream a rock-chafed murmur made,

"And oh ! do thou lament my loves,” said I;

My tears have failed me, for their source is dry"Could I like thee, a stream exhaustless flow, "For ever plaining through the fields, I'd go." The moaning ceased-the stream ran silently, As though with joy 'twould change its lot with me.

AD SOROREM.

De sigillo calamum et coronam exprimente.

Anna, tui libet hortatus agnoscere doni;

Dulce mihi et votum laurus et omen habet.
Convenit optandæ laudi stylus-arma ministras
Sertaque, Musæus qualia captet amor.
Digna tuo scribam admonitu; sed si mea quondam
Judicium culpâ presserit ausa tuum,

Tunc obtrita, (velim) quamvis marcescere nolit,
Laureola in lenes spiret odora manus.

AN APOLOGY.

1.

I know a heart, wherein the world
Sees little else than vanity-
Whose silken sail, if once unfurled,

Flaps weakly, to a stranger's eye.
As if 'twould have the billows curled
By sleepy breathings from the sky-
With no one by—

For self to ride on wantonly.

2,

Oh world! you know not how you wrong That indolent adventurer

How can you tell, but that ere long, While you're away, the breeze will stir As with the loud Sun's matin-songWith voice of Nature's harbinger

With rush and whirr

The white wings of that mariner?

3.

Trust me, it will; that friend of mine
Is no mere random weather-drift,
No gaudy cock-boat, shaped too fine
For voyages of thought and thrift;
For high aloft he bears a sign,

Which marks him for the winds to lift,
And by the gift

Of freshening love, he's strong and swift.

4.

That wilful heart is set about

With mimicries of scorn and sloth, Yet, by my word, I will not doubt

That he's at war alway with both;

For I have striven to search him out,
And for the keeping of my troth,
I have been loath

To overlook his virtues growth.

5.

I hear him blamed for wayward vice,
Yet sure am I his soul is clean,
And with a tender prejudice,

I rest my hope on what hath been
The sweetest vision, to entice
My fancies to a spot of green,
Where bloomed unseen,

The fairest flowers for me to glean.

6.

True-with this heart one need be wary;

Persuasion keen and rude,

Would desecrate the reliquary,

Treasured in solitude,

Where lie such whimsies, as a fairy

Might borrow for a fairy-feud,

With the light brood

Of frailties, that will not be sued.

7.

Yet 'neath those follies lies a sense,
Akin to chaste philosophy,

And there breathes stilly reverence,
As infant's breath in sleep may be ;

And faith's serene intelligence

Pierces the fretful clouds we see,

And pure and free,

Looks out afar most cheerily.

A. F.

ENIGMAS.

I.

Phoenician by birth, as reported by Fame,

I often have changed both my form and my name
Though erewhile in Greece I established my home,
Still the Pope must confess, I'm the Primate of Rome,
While Mussulmen, Heretics, Jews, all agree,
There are Three in the Church, who must rank before n
A liquid by nature, such hardness is mine,

That Shakespeare and Persius call me canine

Which perhaps may account for my place in the ark,
Where wondrous to say, I appeared in the dark.
Though cradled in arms, and hardened by war,

To soldiers and sailors the curse of the law.

The first in reviews, when a battle draws near,

I always prefer the last place in the rear.

Without me this riddle would ne'er have been made,

And my presence alone can your ignorance aid.

Somewhat of all things I contain,

Fire, Wind, and Storm, and Heavy Rain;
Now grave, now gay, what tales I tell
Of man's first hour, and parting knell;
Lo! at my word look pale and tremble,
All those who cheat, all who dissemble;
Yet never at the best of times,
Am I myself quite free from crimes-

I cheer man's home in wintry weather-
Full many couples bring together-
And this is oft my master's boast,
"Men like thee best, when lying most ;"

Yet neither hand nor foot have I,

Nor eye to see, nor mouth to lie.

F. C.

THE

ETON BUREAU.

No. V.

THE GRAVES.

How like a silent stream shaded with night,
And gliding softly with our windy sighs
Moves the whole frame of this solemnity;
Tears, sighs, and blacks filling the simile!
While I, the only murmur in this grove

Of Death, thus hollowly break forth.-THE FAtal Dowry.

Who could ever see the last of a race vanish away from the earth, without a melancholy and gloomy thought?The last leaf on a tree, the last flower in a garden, are wont, when they fall, to move me strangely. In their case, indeed, experience teaches me that Spring will renew all that has perished in the Winter. Faith should teach me that it will be the same with men. Nay, the consolations of faith are, if we rightly think of them, still higher. In trees and flowers new leaves and new blooms succeed to old ones; but with us we shall ourselves live again; it will be the same souls and the same bodies, only immortal and incorruptible, that will rise at the last day. So should faith console us, and oftentimes we speak as though she did, but we are only braggarts, and feel all the while as though she did not.

M