POETRY.

CALM upon the broad Atlantic, tossed by billows fierce and frantic,

Pallid passengers inordinately crave, As the angry ocean surges and the sire of Boanerges Cataclysmically merges cloud and wave.

Calm it is that wan advisers of unconscionable Kaisers Unceasingly are striving to attain—

Calm, the coveted of Chilians and belligerent Brazilians, Calm, that even Mackay's mil- lions court in vain.

For altho' your wealth be teem- ing far beyond a miser's dreaming,

Though your lackeys have the lustre of Lord Mayors, Pomp affords no mitigation of the cankering vexation

Of a democrat condemned to sit upstairs.

Modest wants are soonest sated; though their spoons be silver-plated, Many men by sounder slum- bers are restored Than if they yearly spent more than the millionaire of Mentmore, Or drank from golden goblets like a lord.

What avails our ceaseless striv, ing, planning, plotting, and contriving,

As we flit in search of sun, shine or of peace To the heart of Cochin-China, Carolina, Argentina?

Even Liberators can't obtain release.

Care asserts her odious power in the warship's conning- tower, Scruples notthe gilded guards- man to assail; And her onset far surpasses e'en such swiftness as Lades's, Surpasses e'en the racers of the rail.

To anticipate disaster brings it hitherward the faster ; 0 believe me, Tapley's atti- tude is best.

As for Labouchere's reviling, learn from me to bear it smiling : No lot on earth is altogether blest.

Canning's doom was brilliant brevity ; ineffectual lon- gevity Has marred the early eminence of Grey : And it may be in our sequel, though in length of span unequal,

Serener joys shall crown :my closing day. OTIUM Divos rogat in patenti Prensus 2Egmo, simul atra nubes Condidit Lunam neque certa

fulgent Sidera nautis ; Otium hello furiosa Thrace, Otium Medi pharetra decori, Grosphe, non gemmis neque

purpura ye-

nale neque auro.

Non enim gam neque consularis Summovet Rotor miseros tumultus Mentis et cures laqueata circum Tecta volantes.

Vivitur parvobene, cui paternnm Splendet in mensatenui salinum, Nee leves somnos timor ant cupido Sordidus aufert.

Quid brevi fortes jacula.mur my° Malta? quid terras alio calentes Sole mutamus ? Patrice quis exsul Se quoque fugit ?

Scandit ceratas vitiosa naves Cura nec Wilms equitnm relin- quit, Odor cervis et agente nimbos Ocior Euro.

Lmtus in prcesens animus, quod ultra est, Oderit curare et amara lento Temperet risu. Nihil eat ab omni Parte beatum.

Abstnlit clarum eita mors Achillem, Longa Tithonum minuit senee- tus, Et mihi forsan, tibi quod negarit Porriget bora. You have parks as broad as prairies,you've Elizabethan dairies,* You've an army of retainers at your call :

And the winner of the " Guineas " and the Derby (qucere) whinnies Whene'er the Opposition has a fall.

I've a small estate at Hawarden, with a nice old-fashioned garden,

I've a pair of carriage-horses and a cob ;

And I con my classic folios far from Parliament's imbrog- lios,

Unembarrassed by the man- date of the mob.

To greges centum Sicnleague circum Mugiunt vacen, tibi tollit hinni- turn Apta quadrigis equa, te bis Afro Murice tinctre Vestiunt lane: mihi parva rura et Spiritum Grain tenuem Came= Pares non mendax dedit et malignum Spernere vulgus. C. L. GRAVES.