WEDNESDAY, August 27.

Into Greek lambics.

And yet to me welcome is day and night,
Whether one breaks the hoar frost of the morn,
Or starry, dim, and slow, the other climbs
The leaden-coloured east; for then they lead
The wingless, crawling hours, one among whom
Shall drag thee, cruel King, to kiss the blood
From these pale feet, which then might trample thee
If they disdained not such a prostrate slave.

Prometheus Unbound.

FRIDAY, August 29.

Into Latin Hexameters.

No sooner had the Almighty ceased, but all
The multitude of angels, with a shout

Loud as from numbers without number, sweet
As from blest voices, uttering joy, heaven rung
With jubilee, and loud hosannas filled
The eternal regions: lowly reverent

Towards either throne they bow, and to the ground
With solemn adoration down they cast

Their crowns inwove with amaranth and gold:
Immortal amaranth, a flower which once
In Paradise, fast by the tree of life,

Began to bloom; but soon for man's offence

To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows.

Milton, Paradise Lost, B. III.

MONDAY, September 1.

Into Latin Prose.

The town of Metafuz was at least three days' march from his present camp; all the provisions which he had brought ashore at his first landing were now consumed; his soldiers, worn out with fatigue, were hardly able for such a march, even in a friendly country; and being dispirited by a succession of hardships, which victory itself would hardly have rendered tolerable, they were in no condition to undergo new toils. But the situation of the army was such, as allowed not one moment for deliberation, nor left it in the least doubtful what to

choose. They were ordered instantly to march, the wounded, the sick, and the feeble, being placed in the centre; such as seemed most vigorous were stationed in the front and rear. Then the sad effects of what they had suffered began to appear more manifestly than ever, and new calamities were added to all those which they had already endured. Some could hardly bear the weight of their arms; others, spent with the toil of forcing their way through deep and almost impassable roads, sunk down and died; many perished by famine, as the whole army subsisted chiefly on roots and berries; many were drowned in brooks, which were swollen so much by excessive rains, that in passing them they waded up to the chin; not a few were killed by the enemy, who during the greatest part of their retreat alarmed, harassed, and annoyed them night and day.

Robertson's Hist. Charles V.

WEDNESDAY, September 3.

Into Greek Prose.

This unrighteous dominion you have it now in your power to subvert, and to establish the freedom of your country on a firm basis. The tyrants must be cut off. I have taken the most effectual measures for this purpose. My associates are numerous. I can depend on allies and protectors if necessary. Happily the tyrants are as secure as I have been provident. Their insolent contempt of their countrymen has banished the suspicion and timidity which usually render the guilty quicksighted to discern, as well as sagacious to guard against the vengeance which they deserve.-Robertson's Hist. Charles V.

FRIDAY, September 5.

Alcaic Ode.

Exodus, Chap. xv.

"I will sing unto the Lord,

For he hath triumphed gloriously,

The horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.”

MONDAY, September 8.

Into Greek Iambics.

To thee unwilling, most unwillingly

I come, by the great Father's will driven down,
To execute a doom of new revenge.
Alas! I pity thee, and hate myself

That I can do no more: aye from thy sight
Returning, for a season heaven seems hell,
So thy worn form pursues me night and day.
Wise art thou, firm and good,
But vainly wouldst stand forth alone in strife
Against the Omnipotent.-Prometheus

WEDNESDAY, September 10.
Into Latin Elegiacs.

Unbound.

But thou who own'st that earthly bed,
Ah! what will every dirge avail?
Our tears, which love and pity shed,
That mourn beneath the gliding sail?
Yet lives there one whose heedless eye
Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near?
With him, sweet bard, may fancy die,
And joy desert the blooming year.
But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide
No sedge-crowned sisters now attend,
Now waft me from the green hill's side,
Whose cold turf hides the buried friend.

Collins, Elegy on Thomson.

FRIDAY, September 12.

Into Latin Prose.
Progressive Exercises. Art. 34.

MONDAY, September 15.

Into Latin Hexameters.

Thus saying from her husband's hand her hand
Soft she withdrew, and, like a wood-nymph light,
Oread or Dryad, or of Delia's train,

Betook her to the groves; but Delia's self
In gait surpassed, and goddess-like deport,

Though not as she with bow and quiver armed,
But with such gardening tools as art yet rude,
Guiltless of fire had formed, or angels brought.
To Pales, or Pomona, thus adorned,
Likest she seemed, Pomona when she fled
Vertumnus, or to Ceres in her prime
Yet virgin of Proserpina from Jove.

Milton, Paradise Lost, B. IX.

WENDESDAY, September 17.

Into Greek Prose.

While a vessel was preparing for their departure, an unexpected event occasioned a general alarm. Some soldiers and sailors, secretly attached to Velasquez, or intimidated at the prospect of the dangers unavoidable in attempting to penetrate into the heart of a great empire with such unequal force, formed the design of seizing one of the brigantines, and making their escape to Cuba, in order to give the governor such intelligence as might enable him to intercept the ship which was to carry the treasure and dispatches to Spain. This conspiracy, though formed by persons of low rank, was conducted with profound secrecy; but at the moment when every thing was ready for execution, they were betrayed by one of their associates.-Robertson's Hist. America.

He has;

FRIDAY, September 19.

Subject for Latin Hexameters.
̓Ανδρῶν ἐπιφανῶν πᾶσα γὴ τάφος.

MONDAY, September 22.

Into Greek Iambics.

I gave all

and in return he chains me here

Years, ages, night and day: whether the sun
Split my parched skin, or in the moony night
The crystal-winged snow cling round my hair:
Whilst my beloved race is trampled down
By his thought-executing ministers.
Such is the tyrant's recompense: 'tis just,
He who is evil can receive no good.

Prometheus Unbound.

WEDNESDAY, September 24.
Into Latin Elegiacs.

Gloomy Pluto, King of terrors,
Armed in adamantine chains:
Lead me to the crystal mirrors
Watering soft Elysian plains.
Mournful cypress, verdant willow,
Gilding my Aurelia's brows,
Morpheus, hovering o'er my pillow,
Hear me pay my dying vows.
Melancholy smooth Meander,
Swiftly purling in a round;
On thy margin lovers wander,
With thy flowery chaplets crowned.

Song in Pope's Works.

FRIDAY, September 26.

Subject for Alcaic Ode.

Autumnus.

MONDAY, September 29.

Into Latin Prose.

Just as he was about to leave the harbour, where every thing had succeeded to his wish, that he might join his victorious companions, he heard some extraordinary uproar on board the Admiral's galley. Alarmed at the noise, and fearing that the slaves might break their chains, and overpower his associates, he ran thither: but the plank which reached from the shore to the vessel happening to overturn, he fell into the sea, whilst he hurried forward too precipitately. Being loaded with heavy armour, he sunk to the bottom, and perished in the very moment when he must have taken full possession of every thing that his ambitious heart could desire. Verrina was the first who discovered this fatal accident, and foreseeing, at once, all its consequences, concealed it with the utmost industry from every one but a few leaders of the conspiracy. Nor was it difficult, amidst the darkness and confusion of the night, to have kept it secret, until a treaty with the senators should have put the city in the power of the conspirators. -Robertson's Hist. Charles V.