THE HAWARDEN HORACE.
AD AMIOIIM.
DEAR Acton, next Wednesday, at dinner, I cannot but honestly think You'll find that my claret is thinner Than that you're accustomed to drink.
Twelve shillings a dozen it cost
me
That year—I remember it well—
When Oxford, that loved me yet lost me, Created you Hon. D.C.L.
The cheers by your presence excited That filled the Sheldonian dome, The Vatican vastly delighted, And sensibly gratified Rome. And so, for the savour historic,
That clings to my modest
Bordeaux,
You'll pardon its lack of caloric, And vote it the choicest of Clos. VILE potable modicis Sabinum Cantharie, GrEeca quad ego ipse testa
Conditum levi, dates in theatre Cum tibi plausus, Care Meeeenas eques, ut paterni Flurainis ripte simul et jecosa Redderet laudes tibi Vatieani Alontis imago.
Ctecubum et prelo domitam Caleno Tu bibes uvam mea nec Palermo Temperant vites neque Formiani Pocula colles.
CHARLES L. GRAVES.
" On the occasion of the celebration of Dr. Hoffmann's professional jubilee by his brother physicians in Frankfort, ho ended his speech with these words : " For my part, when people meet me with the customary How do you do P reply, The road leads down hill, but comfortably.'"
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