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THE SUICIDE'S BURIAL.

Now mixing with the mists of night,

They seemed to fade away,
Outlined upon a middle light
The avenue of day.

CANDIDUS.

Y arms still boast unwithered pith,
Unshrivelled marrow my bones is in,
The mightiest I of all my kith,

Most loving fight of all my kin.

The morrow bides a furious fray,

And glorious shocks with a valiant foe;
Yet O that I should have to say,

"Their hearts be high, but mine is low."

In bygone days my one desire

Was one dear heart to make mine own;
This gave my onslaughts all their fire,
And had I fall'n, I'd fall'n alone!
But now that adamant heart is won,
And babes have sealed our plighted vows,
Should some spear make me flee the sun,
My fall o'erwhelms a desolate spouse.

OXFORD.

P.

From Byron.

RIGHT be the place of thy soul!
No lovelier spirit than thine
E'er burst from its mortal control
In the orbs of the blessed to shine.

On earth thou wert all but divine,
As thy soul shall immortally be;

And our sorrow may cease to repine

When we know that thy God is with thee.

Idem Latine.

IT tibi, sancta, frui nunc sedibus, umbra, beatis ;
Sit tibi, quâ nunquam pulchrior ulla fuit,

Libera quæ luti mortalia vincula rupit,

Coelicolûm dulces mox initura choros.

Tu divina mihi fueras, dum vita manebat:
Nunc colis æternas tempus in omne domos.
Sic desiderium et lacrymas sistemus inanes,
Nam tibi præsentem scimus adesse Deum.

WADH. COLL., OXFORD.

H.

The Worship of Beauty.

"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever."-Keats.

HEN youth and health crown Beauty's head,

And Beauty knows not sorrow,

When Beauty goes in smiles to bed

To wake in smiles to-morrow:

When Beauty's pulse is beating high,
And Beauty's cheeks are roses,
When Beauty never heaves a sigh
Except what Love imposes: