POETRY.

THE HAWARDEN HORACE.

AD MILESIIIM GLORIOSUM.

'TwouLD please me greatly, dear Tay Pay, If from exaggeration's sway You could be weaned.

I'm not, although you'd have it so, A perfect seraph, nor is "Joe" A perfect fiend.

The pressman who in all his prose "Conspicuous moderation" shows, Can never fill A place upon the Birthday lists, Nor sink, 'mid hireling eulogists, To puff a pill.

Balloons that soar to heights unknown, An ugly way at times have shown Of going pop : And you, Sol's charioteer-in- chief, Must face, if e'er you come to grief, A long, long drop.

When fickle fortune wears a frown, Be not dis-astrously cast down ; Nor trust her smile.

The Sun, we know, can't always shine; But then, last June was quite as fine As this is vile.

Although the outlook's some- what black, With Rosebery on Ladas' back 'Tis bound to mend.

semper When Tara's harp is heard anew, Your editorial long-bow you May well unbend.

Though our majorities be small, And candid friends predict our fall, Tay Pay, sit tight : Refraining, when we gaily glide Upon the fair and flowing tide, From blatherskite.

RECTIIIS vives, altum

Semper urgendo procellas Cautus horrescis, mendo Litus iniquum neque neque, dum nimium pre- Auream quisquis mediocritatem Diligit, tutus caret obsoleti Sordibus tecti, caret invidenda Sobrius aula.

Swpius ventis agitator ingens Pinus, et celsie graviore casu Deeidunt turres, feriuntque summos Fulgura montes.

Sperat infestis, metuit secundis Alteram sortem bene prwpara- turn Pectus. Informes hiemes reducit Jupiter, idem Summovet. Non, si male et ohm Sic erit. Quondam citharil tacentem Suscitat musam neque arcuna Tendit Apollo.

Rebus angustis animosus atque Fortis appare ; sapienter idem Contrahes vento nimium secundo Turgida vela.

TIMM,

C. L. GRAVES.