26 AUGUST 1871, Page 21

Versieuli aliquot Latini. By William Almaok. (Rivingtons.)—This is a little

volume of pleasing and graceful verses, never rising into great

excellence, but written with care and considerable skill. We give as a specimen of Mr. Almaok's powers a version of one of the exquisite little lyrics with which Crabbo, the most realistic of poets, sometimes surprises his readera Lot me not have this gloomy view Around my path, around my hod: But morning roses, wet with dew, To coot my burning brow instead. As flowers that once in Edon grew,

Let them their fragrance shed,

And every day their sweets renew, Till I, a drooping flower, be dead

"Absint mcestItke slgna haw invisa eubill, Neu eingat tristern tristior umbra vial= Horayosas pains ;let matutina madontos, Tempera qua gelid° fervid& rore ]event. ./Equiparont fibres, olim quos hortus alebat Liyelus, nostrao splendido, aorta row ; Et Inibi quoquo die multi sit gratis Sorts, Ipso brew= deuce florem hnitata catiam,"

We have little serious fault to find. Perhaps the worst rendering that wo have found is the second line in the rendering of the couplet,

"Stay till a bow brief months bo past, And I have looked and loved my last ; " "Tempos inane pato; deter more parvula, donee Supremum intulto fugerit omnie amor,"

where " intuit° " especially is very questionable. And Mr. Almack's spelling is out of date. He gives us nurstitia for maestitia ; coelum for caelum ; sanguinolentua for Banguintelontus ; calycem for concern ; does not separate his diphthongs, and generally is wanting in the new lights.