WEDNESDAY, October 1.

Into Latin Hexameters.

He making speedy way thro' spersed ayre,
And thro' the world of waters wide and deepe.
To Morpheus' house doth speedily repaire;
Amid the bowels of the Earth full steepe,
And low, where dawning day doth never peepe,
His dwelling is, there Tethys his wet bed
Doth ever wash, and Cynthia still doth steepe
In silver dew his ever drooping head,

While sad night over him her mantle black doth spread.
Whose double gates he findeth locked fast;

The one faire fram'd of burnisht ivory,

The other all with silver overcast;

And wakeful dogges before them farre doe lie,
Watching to banish Care their enimy,
Who oft is wont to trouble gentle sleepe.
By them the sprite doth pass in quietly,

And unto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deepe
In drowsie fit he finds; of nothing he takes keepe.
Spencer, Faery Queen, Canto I.

FRIDAY, October 3.

Into Greek Prose.

Nor were the fatigue and danger of those incessant conflicts the worst evils to which they were exposed. As the barren country through which they passed afforded hardly any provisions, they were reduced to feed on roots and the stalks of green maize, and at the very time that famine was depressing their spirits and wasting their strength, their situation required the most vigorous and unremitting courage and activity. Amidst these complicated distresses, one circumstance supported and animated the Spaniards. Their commander sustained this sad reverse of fortune with unshaken magnanimity. His presence of mind never forsook him; his sagacity foresaw every event, and his vigilance provided for it. Robertson's America, Vol. II.

MONDAY, October 6.

Into Latin Elegiacs.

Now the storm begins to lour,
(Haste, the loom of hell prepare)
Iron sleep of arrowy shower
Hurtles in the darkened air.

Glittering lances are the loom,
Where the dusky warp we strain,
Weaving many a soldier's doom,
Orkney's woe, and Randver's bane.

See the grisly texture grow,
('Tis of human entrails made)
And the weights that play below,
Each a gasping warrior's head.

Shafts for shuttles, dipt in gore,
Shoot the trembling cords along;
Sword, that once a monarch bore,
Keep the tissue close and strong.

Gray, the Fatal Sisters.

WEDNESDAY, October 8.

Into Latin Prose.

The shock of battle would not have been long doubtful, if the personal courage which the Elector displayed, together with the activity which he exerted from the moment that the approach of the enemy rendered an engagement certain, and cut off all probability of hesitation, had not revived in some degree the spirit of his troops. They repulsed the Hungarian light horse who began the attack, and received with firmness the men-atarms, who next advanced to the charge; but as these were the flower of the Imperial army, were commanded by experienced officers, and fought under the Emperor's eye, the Saxons soon began to give way, and the light troops rallying at the same time, and falling on their flanks, the flight became general. A small body of chosen soldiers, among whom the Elector had fought in person, still continued to defend themselves, and endeavoured

to save their master by retiring into the forest; but being surrounded on every side, the Elector, wounded in the face, exhausted with fatigue, and perceiving all resistance to be vain, surrendered himself a prisoner.Robertson, Charles V., Vol. III.

FRIDAY, October 10.

Into Greek Iambics.

I see thou art implacable, more deaf

To prayers, than winds and seas; yet winds to seas
Are reconciled at length, and sea to shore:
Thy anger, unappeasable, still rages,
Eternal tempest, never to be calmed.
Why do I humble thus myself, and, suing
For peace, reap nothing but repulse and hate;
Bid go with evil omen, and the brand

Of infamy upon my name denounced.

Milton, Samson Agonistes.

MONDAY, October 13.

Into Latin Hexameters.

But in the centre of the hallowed choir,
Six pompous columns o'er the rest aspire:
Around the shrine itself of Fame they stand,
Hold the chief honours, and the fane command.
High on the first the mighty Homer shone;
Eternal adamant composed his throne;
Father of verse! in holy fillets drest,
His silver beard wav'd gently o'er his breast;
Tho' blind, a boldness in his looks appears;
In years he seemed but not impaired by years.
The wars of Troy were round the pillar seen;
Here fierce Tydides wounds the Cyprian Queen;
Here Hector glorious from Patroclus' fall,
Here dragg'd in triumph round the Trojan wall.
Pope's Temple of Fame.

WEDNESDAY, October 15.

Into Greek Prose.

If nature had given you an understanding qualified to keep pace with the wishes and principles of your

heart, she would have made you, perhaps, the most formidable minister that ever was employed under a limited monarch, to accomplish the ruin of a free people. When neither the feelings of shame, the reproaches of conscience, nor the dread of punishment, form any bar to the designs of a minister, the people would have too much reason to lament their condition, if they did not find some resource in the weakness of his understanding. Letters of Junius, Letter XV.

FRIDAY, October 17.

Into Latin Elegiacs.

Low the dauntless Earl is laid,
Gor'd with many a gaping wound :
Fate demands a nobler head;
Soon a king shall bite the ground.

Horror covers all the heath,

Clouds of carnage blot the sun.
Sisters, weave the web of death;
Sisters, cease; the work is done.

Mortal! thou that hear'st the tale,
Learn the tenor of our song.
Scotland, through each winding vale
Far and wide the notes prolong.

Gray, the Fatal Sisters.

MONDAY, October 20.

Into Greek Iambics.

CEDIP. Nor are now your vows
Addrest to one who sleeps:

When this unwelcome news first reached my ears,
Dymas was sent to Delphos to inquire

The cause and cure of this contagious ill :

And is this day returned: but since his message
Concerns the public, I refused to hear it
But in this general presence: let him speak.
DYм. A dreadful answer from the hallowed urn,

And sacred tripos did the priestess give.

Edipus, a Tragedy, by Dryden.

WEDNESDAY, October 22.

Into Latin Prose.

Progressive Exercises, Art. 28.

FRIDAY, October 24.

Into Latin Hexameters.

There was a time when Etna's silent fire
Slept unperceived, the mountain yet entire;
When, conscious of no danger from below,
She towered a cloud-capped pyramid of snow.
No thunders shook with deep intestine sound
The blooming groves that girded her around.
When on a day, like that of the last doom,
A conflagration labouring in her womb,

She teemed and heaved with an infernal birth,
That shook the circling seas and solid earth.
Dark and voluminous the vapours rise,
And hang their horrors in the neighbouring skies,
While thro' the Stygian veil, that blots the day
In dazzling streaks the vivid lightnings play.
Cowper's Heroism.

MONDAY, October 27.

Into Greek Prose.

The Illyrians immediately pursued, with much vociferation and tumult, as if already victors, and slaughter their only business. They attacked; and, to their astonishment, were repulsed with loss: they repeated the attempt with no better success; and presently, deterred by the firm countenance of the retreating army, with its readiness for efficacious resistance in every part, they drew off; but a body of them pressed forward, with intention to occupy the defile of the frontier mountains of Lyncestes, through which the Peloponnesians must necessarily pass to enter Lower Macedonia.-Mitford's Hist. of Greece, Vol. III.

WEDNESDAY, October 29.

Into Latin Elegiacs.

Suns that set, and moons that wane
Rise, and are restored again :