Idem catine.

Tennyson "ut jugelent surgunt de nocte latrones."

simul extulerat primos sol proximus ortus, It currus portis, it lamentabile funus "Per late effuso ridentia lumine rura, Ceu venit et purum nubes contristat Olympum Lurida: demissa pariter tum fronte secuti Improperata trahunt mæsti vestigia fratres.

Sic iter inceptum peragunt fluvioque propinquant, Qua fuscæ, quam longa, nigrans velamine pallæ Cymba erat, annosusque foros servabat Acestes, Linguæ expers, famulosque inter fidissimus unus, Torquebatque incassum oculos nictantiaque ora. Tum juvenes defletam humeris subiere puellam Connixi, sistuntque faris: lectoque repostæ

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FROM ELAINE.

Set in her hand a lily, o'er her hung
The silken case with braided blazonings,
And kiss'd her quiet brows, and saying to her
Sister, farewell for ever,' and again
'Farewell, sweet sister,' parted all in tears.

Then rose the dumb old servitor, and the dead
Steered by the dumb went upward with the flood-
In her right hand the lily, in her left

The letter-all her bright hair streaming down-
And all the coverlid was cloth of gold

Drawn to her waist, and she herself in white
All but her face, and that clear-featured face
Was lovely, for she did not seem as dead

But fast asleep, and lay as though she smiled."

IDEM LATINE.

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Ore super tegumen suspenditur, ipsius artes
Dædala pictura clipeique imitamine, vestis.
Necnon virgineæ gestamina candida dextræ
Lilia dant: vultu que impressus labra sereno
Æternum dilecta vale, vale, inquit uterque
Terque iterum, dilecta vale, flentesque recedunt.

Navita sed prono devectam dirigit amne Linguæ expers expertem animæ ; quæ pro tenus ibat Lilia rite tenens dextra chartamque sinistra. Lucentes promissa comas: fluit aurea vestis Pube tenus: corpus niveo vestitur amictu, Nuda caput: namque ore deas superare videtur, Et, licet exanimis, somno cogi inque pediri Arctius, et placidis lene arridere labellis.

E COLL. BALL., OXON.

The Flirt's Fest.

CHE smiled on me when I drew nigh,
And pressed my hand so tenderly;
She blushed so sweetly as she read

The foolish verses that I made:

O how I loved-adored her then,

And thought that I was loved again.

Who could withstand her artless grace,

The glorious beauty of her face,
Her dear eyes' soft and melting glance
Ever meeting mine by chance?
Was is my fault? Yet how could I
Dare to lift up my gaze so high?

THE FLIRT'S JEST.

They told me that she did but jest—

Would spurn the one that loved her best;
They told me that it was her pride

To cast a faithful heart aside.

Oft was I warned, again, again;

But she still smiled, what recked I then?

Ah! blissful dream too soon to fly!
Ah! truth that came too bitterly!
I saw her coldly turn away

From the true words I scarce could say;
I saw her by another's side,

And heard her called his plighted bride!—

Now soon this weary heart will sleep—
Pray for me, mother-do not weep—
Alas! alas! you'll be alone

Desolate when I am gone:

But, mother, curse not that dear name;
This foolish heart was all to blame.

EXETER COLL., OXFORD.

E. R.

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