POETRY.
MORE HA WARDEN HORACE.
An NOVAS FEMINAS (Od. III. 12.) dare ludum neque dulci and indignantly complain Mala vino lavere, aut exanimari Should a butler smug and stupid Patruao verbera linguae. pagne ; Tibi qualum Cytherea° puer ales, tibi t,elas Operosaeque Minerva° atudium aufert, Neobule, Liparaei nitor Hebri, Simul unctos Tiberinis humeros lavit in undis.
Eques ipso melicr Bellerophonte, neque pugno Neque segni pede victus ; Catns idem per apertum fugi- entes agitato Grege cervos jaculari ; celer alto latitantem Fruticeto excipere aprum. metuentes offer you a sweet chain- Tell me honestly and truly, are you never shocked or stung By the ridicule unruly of an aged uncle's tongue ?
I've a little friend at Girton, in Latinity immersed, Whom her coach considered cer- tain of a very brilliant " first ; " For the classics once she clamoured, on digamma doted—once ; Now she's hopelessly enamoured of an athlete and a dunce.
He's a demon of a diver ; rides inexorably straight ; And manipulates his " driver " like a Taylor or a Tait.
As a runner with the fketest of professionals he copes, And his slogging is the sweetest ever seen within the ropes.
If there's any sort of slaughter to be dexterously done, On the moor or on the water, with the rod or with the gun, None can boast an aim so peer- less, none a bag that's half as big, None displays a nerve so fearless at the sticking of the pig !
C. L. GRAVES.
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