1 DECEMBER 1877, Page 15

VIXI PUELLIS.—(Hor. iii. , 26.)

WE loved of yore, in warfare bold Nor laurelless. Now all must go ; Let this left wall of Venus show The arms, the tuneless lyre of old.

Here let them bang, the torches cold, The portal-bursting bar, the bow, We loved of yore.

But thou, who Cyprus sweet dost hold, And Memphis free from Thracian snow, Goddess and queen, with vengeful blow, Smite,—smite but once that pretty scold We loved of yore. AUSTIN DOBSON.