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Rages unceasingly-and howls and yelps,
Like an ungracious bitch that guards her whelps.
And as the sea, when summer smiles, is seen
The sailor's joy, so pla cid and serene,

Anon its waves with loud, terrific roar,

Lash with their curling crests the labouring shore,
So changeful, so deceitful, do we find
This sea of troubles"-fickle womankind.

VI.

A heap of sluggish ashes, and an ass,
The all-enduring, form'd another class,
Whom neither force, nor angry words, will rouse
To do a single deed to please a spouse.

If they retire, it is that they may eat:

If by the fire, they cram themselves with meat:
Or if perchance they feel the amorous flame--
No choice have they-for every man's the same.

VII.

The weasel-soul'd, the grim, the sad-of-face,
The unloving, unbeloved, ungracious race,
Nor beautiful, nor fair, aught earthly deem;
Life has for them no charm, and love's a dream.
They hate their husbands with a perfect hate :
Their pilfering tricks continual broils create:
Their fiendish, thievish, sacrilegious eyes
Even on the sacred victims gormandize.

VIII.

From the soft, waving-maned, the full-fed mare,
Jove made a tribe-the foes of toil and care.
These will not grind, nor winnow, ne'er are seen
To watch the oven, or their houses clean,

For fear of soot; the purses of their spouses,

Pretending love, they sweep, though not their houses.
No washings twice or thrice a-day they spare
On their own persons,-these their only care,
Nor oils, nor unguents, to perfume their hair,
Which o'er the neck luxuriantly spreads,

And, crown'd with flowers, a lovely fragrance sheds.
'Tis a fine show-another's eyes to feast,
But to a spouse-the devil at the least;

Except a king or prince they chance to find,
Who has a taste for toys of such a kind.

IX.

Another class form'd from the hideous ape,
Ugly in figure, fashion, face, and shape-
Jove sent to earth-the greatest frights that e'er
Created laughter, or made people stare.
Hipless, and shapeless as a plank, they wend;
Necks stiff and short, and never meant to bend.
Oh, wretched husband, thine's a piteous case,
Compell'd this prime of evils to embrace-
Who like the ape is crafty, full of guile,
But "never twists her lips by way of smile;"
Pries into all, but ne'er an action does
That is not hideous as her ugly phiz.
This is her object, this by night and day
Rouses her soul and being into play,-
How she may bring about, by wicked skill,
The greatest possible amount of ill.

X.

Happy the man,-thrice happy surely he!
Whose wife was fashion'd from the busy bee.
Her, scandal dares not, with its slime, defile:
And wealth and honours on her husband smile.
The mother of a race renown'd and bold,
With him she loves, herself beloved, grows old.
The excellent of women! her is given
The encircling beauty of the grace of Heaven.
She with her sex ne'er spends the precious hours
In listening to their gossip and amours.

Thrice happy they whom gracious Heaven may bless
With wives so virtuous, prudent, good, as this!

This the exception: those, and such as those, The ills,-that fill the life of man with woes, Which, in the wisdom of his crafty mind, Jove sends to earth in shape of womankind,Of whom, alas! the fairest and the best A husband knows the blessing not so blest: Since a whole day of happiness, no man Spent with a wife e'er since the world began: Nor soon will gaunt starvation leave that house Where dwells that foe of Gods and man-a spouse. Nay, when his soul is open to delights,

Intent on solemn, or on festive rites,

This carping fury soon his bliss will blight,
And change his feasting into deadly fight.

For hospitality may never dare

To spread the table, if a wife be there,
Whose best intentions, in her wisest mood,
Are folly-surely evil is her good.

Marriage makes man a simpleton-since he
Sees not what all his neighbours gladly see-
That strange delusion which would make his bride
So perfect, so imperfect all beside.

Loud in her praises, he can never see,

That as his neighbour's, so his fate must be,—

A thraldom, and a bondage, and a yoke

Which Jove hath made, and never can be broke ;
Till Pluto free him from a weary life,

Perchance while fighting for a worthless wife.

SONG OF DEMODOCUS THE BARD BEFORE ULYSSES, IN THE COURT OF KING

ALCINOUS.

ODYSSEY. LIB. VIII.

Translated by Mr Chapman, Trinity College, Cambridge.

I.

THE Bard, preluding, struck his tuneful lyre,
Breathed a few notes, then dash'd into the song,
How Mars and Aphrodité crown'd desire
In Vulcan's mansion, and to Vulcan's wrong.
With gifts he won her-nor enjoy'd her long,
For the sun saw and told their furtive joy:
Abused Vulcan went his tools among,

Grief-brooding, while revengeful plans employ
His thoughts, how best to work the slippery Pair annoy.

II.

On its broad base his anvil huge he sets,
And hammers out his link'd securities-
Infrangible, indissoluble nets,-

Incensed with Mars; then to his chamber hies,
And spreads them, for Adultery's surprise,

All round the bed, down hanging from the roof:
Thin as Arachne's tissue, even eyes

Of Gods might not discern those wiles of proof:
Then he pretends to go to Lemnos far aloof,

III.

Dearest of all his earth-haunts. Nor dark-sighted
Was Golden-Rein; he watch'd, with look-out keen,
Vulcan depart: he sped and found new-lighted,
And sitting there in her own beauty's sheen,
From her sire's mansion the love-kindling Queen.
He clasp'd her, and, with burning passion, said:
"Come, dearest! come; Vulcan is hence, I ween ;
His rude-voiced Sintians must be visited;
While he to Lemnos goes, let us, Love! go to bed."

IV.

Thus he to Beauty; she was nothing loth;
Together went they, and together lay:
Then Vulcan's meshes fell and fetter'd both;
Nor can their fasten'd limbs their will obey;
So bound, they know they cannot get away.
But Lame foot turn'd, or ever that he got
To Lemnos, (for his Spy-Sun saw their play,)
Stood on the doorway, madden'd with his lot,
And bellow'd to the Gods his own domestic blot:

v.

Dreadful his shout; "Ye ever-living Gods,
Jove and the rest! come hither and behold
A sight preposterous, for these abodes
Intolerable; for my mother's mould

Shaped me a lame foot, is my honour sold

By dainty Venus to the Homicide;

For he, forsooth, is straight-foot, handsome, bold,

But I am halt; for this my parents chide;

They should have made me straight, or not have multiplied.

VI.

"But ye shall see how they their love-watch keep,

In amorous twinings-sight I loathe to see;

Yet do I think not e'en a little sleep
Has come on them; nor will they wish to be
So sleeping found-though loving tenderly:
But them together thus this bond shall hold,
Until her father shall repay to me

The gifts I paid for her-my spousal gold,-
His daughter bright of blee, but infamously bold."

VII.

To Vulcan's brass-built house th' Immortals follow
Neptune, who Earth in his embrace doth lay,
Eloquent Hermes, and far-dart Apollo;

The Goddesses kept, shame-faced, all away.
They at the chamber-door their progress stay,-
The Gods, from whom all good, all blessing flows;
And while their shame the wantons there bewray,
An unextinguishable laughter rose,

To see the cunning nets that them so fast enclose.

VII.

Then looking to his neighbour one would say:
"Ill deeds thrive not; the slow o'ertakes the fleet;
Thus slow-foot Vulcan, as we see to-day,

Has overtaken Mars the swift of feet;

He lame, this swiftest of the Gods, whose seat
Is high Olympus; and the forfeit-fine

He needs must pay for his adulterous feat."

Then King Apollo graceful did incline

To Hermes, asking him: "Come, messenger divine!

IX.

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"Good-giver! Jove's own son! say, art thou willing,
On pain of being with such chains comprest,
To lie with golden Aphrodité billing?
To him the Argicide: "Would that the test
Were offered me! I'd choose to be so blest,
On golden Aphrodité's bosom found,
Before all Gods and Goddesses confest,

Though thrice so many chains were thrown around: "
With laughter loud and long the vaulted courts resound.

X.

Nor Neptune kept his laugh; but still he pray'd
The artist Vulcan to release his bound;
"Loose him; duly, I promise, shall be paid
The proper mulct." To him the God, renown'd
For skill: "Ill-doers are ill-payers found;
Be surety for the bad, he will betray thee;
How shall I bind thee, when he's out of pound?"
Then Neptune:-" Vulcan! come, in this obey me;.
If he makes forfeiture, then I myself will pay thee!"

XI.

"Nay, then," quoth Vulcan, "I must needs obey;"
He said, and loosed them from their bondage base;
Uprose the guilty Pair, and sped away.

Free from his bonds, he darted down on Thrace;
But Aphrodité, with her laughing face,

Fled to her Paphian incense-breathing bowers.

There the sweet Graces bathed the Mother-Grace,
Rain'd on her essences and perfumed showers,
And drest her in her robes of beauty-flashing flowers.

Blee-true Saxon for complexion.

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VOL. XXXV. NO, CCXXI,

ADMISSION OF DISSENTERS TO DEGREES IN THE ENGLISH UNIVERSITIES.

THE character of the English Universities never stood so high as it does now, and the friends of civil and religious liberty, forsooth, have within these few years seen the necessity of changing their tactics in the manoeu vring of their forces to effect their overthrow. For along while they were most audacious in their abuse of these glorious establishments, and unwearied in their efforts to hold them up to scorn and hatred as the strongholds of bigotry and superstition. Within their walls in vain might you look, they cried, for men of science and learning-you found but a set of monks lazily loitering among the cloisters, or desecrating the chapels with hypocritical prayers. Such was the unceasing slang of the more vulgar crew. Philosophers again spoke of their blind or obstinate resistance to the spirit of the age. They accused them of continuing to teach all the exploded errors of the schools, long after the other great Seminaries of education in Europe had begun to diffuse the grand truths of modern philosophy, and the knowledge of those arts by which the genius of invention and discovery had elevated, enriched, and adorned life. Or they likened them to vessels moored in a river, down which tide and stream were carrying past their sides thousands of adventurous sails, all bound on voyages across the great deep, while the crews of the sheer hulks, leaning lazily over the rotten bulwarks, deluded themselves with the belief that they too were in motion, and drifting along in the midst of that endless fleet.

Some such image-though we are inclined in all humility to think that we have so far improved upon it as to make it at once more poetical and more intelligible, without destroying its inapplicability in the least-was, we remember, employed by a great philosopher of the North, and pompously repeated many a time and oft by the more erudite among a people, who, according to a celebrated Eng lish moralist, no bad judge either of individual or national character, had almost all a mouthful, but few or none a bellyful, of that food which is

found most nutritive to the nobler faculties of the mind, although unfortunately too many of them were filled to repletion with that sort of provender which turns to wind, and by natural necessity causes eructation. That Scotland has long had good reason to be proud of her own Universities, and of the rapid advancement of her natives from barbarism to civility, is indeed most true; but it was lamentable to hear some of her most liberal spirits, as they loved to call themselves, so far elated by their own reputation, which already is on the wane, and, when at its brightest, shone with borrowed light, as to sneer, in a sense of fancied superiority, at a system of studies of which they knew not even enough to be able to misrepresent them, and were obliged therefore to disparage by generalities conceived in conscious ignorance, and vented in affected scorn.

Oh! what retaliation might there then have been! The small storm that was raised, however, soon fell; but the aggressors got a lesson not again to shame themselves by calumnies against the character of institutions venerated by all the noblest spirits of the noblest land on all the earth. They got a lesson rather to honour themselves by assimilating, so far as that might be, and the difference of national circumstances would allow, that system of education which they themselves conducted, to that which, however high might be the notion that the vanity of a people within little more than a century released from bondage to the soil might inspire into their hearts, had received the sanction of the approval of an older and far more cultivated nation, a nation that had "taken the start of this majestic world," and stood on the very summit of renown. But we here in Scotland were soon after that exposure of the "follies of our wise" hushed to silence, while in England a vast majority of the Dissenters continued to assail the Universities more bitterly than ever, because they knew they were the pillars of that Church so hateful in their eyes, and against which they

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