well as in war; provident in counsel; fearless in action; and executing what he had resolved with amazing celerity; generous beyond measure to his friends; placable to his enemies; and for parts, learning, eloquence, scarce inferior to any man. His orations were admired for two qualities which are seldom found together-strength and elegance. Cicero ranks him among the greatest orators that Rome ever bred; and Quintilian says, that he spoke with the same force with which he fought; and if he had devoted himself to the bar, would have been the only man capable of rivalling Cicero. Nor was he a master only of the politer arts; but conversant also with the most abstruse and critical parts of learning; and, among other works which he published, addressed two books to Cicero on the analogy of language, or the art, of speaking and writing correctly. He was a most liberal patron of wit and learning wheresoever they were found; and out of his love of those talents, would readily pardon those who had employed them against himself; rightly judging that by making such men his friends, he should draw praises from the same fountain from which he had been aspersed. His capital passions were ambition and love of pleasure, which he indulged in their turns to the greatest excess; yet the first was always predominant, to which he could easily sacrifice all the charms of the second, and draw pleasure even from toils and dangers when they ministered to his glory.-Conyers Middleton.

WEDNESDAY, February 10.

Into English Prose.

Σκέψασθε δὲ καὶ αὐτοῦ ̓Ανδοκίδου τὸν βιόν, ἀφ ̓ οὗ ἠσέβηκε, καὶ εἴ τις τοιοῦτος ἕτερός ἐστιν. ̓Ανδοκίδης γὰρ ἐπειδὴ ἥμαρτεν, ἐξ ἐπιβολῆς εἰσαχθεὶς εἰς τὸ δικαστήριον, ἔδησεν ἑαυτὸν τιμησάμενος δεσμοῦ, εἰ μὴ παραδοίη τὸν ἀκόλουθον· εὖ δ ̓ ᾔδει οὐ δυνησόμενος παραδοῦναι, ὃς διὰ τοῦτον καὶ τὰ τούτου ἁμαρτήματα ἀπέθανεν, ἵνα μὴ μηνυτής γένοιτο. καίτοι πῶς οὐ θεῶν τις τὴν τούτου γνώμην διέφθειρεν, ὃς ῥᾷον ἡγήσατο δεσμοῦ τιμήσασθαι ἢ ἀργυρίου ἐπ ̓ ἐλπίδι τῇ αὐτῇ; ἐκ δ ̓ οὖν τούτου τοῦ τιμήματος ἐδέδετο ἐγγὺς ἐνιαυτὸν, καὶ ἐμήνυσε

δεδεμένος κατὰ τῶν αὑτοῦ συγγενῶν καὶ φίλων, ἀδείας δοθείσης αὐτῷ, εἰ δόξειε τἀληθῆ μηνῦσαι. καὶ τίνα αὐτὸν δοκεῖτε ψυχὴν ἔχειν, ὁπότε τὰ μὲν ἔσχατα καὶ τὰ αἴσχιστα ἐποίει μηνύων κατὰ τῶν ἑαυτοῦ φίλων, ἡ δὲ σωτηρία ἀφανὴς αὐτῷ; μετὰ δὲ ταῦτα, ἐπειδὴ ἀπεκτονὼς ἦν οὓς αὐτὸς ἔφη περὶ πλείστου ποιεῖσθαι, ἔδοξε τἀληθῆ μηνῦσαι καὶ ἐλύθη· καὶ προσεψηφίσασθε ὑμεῖς αὐτὸν εἴργεσθαι τῆς ἀγορᾶς καὶ τῶν ἱερῶν, ὥστε μὴ ἀδικουμένῳ ὑπὸ τῶν ἐχθρῶν δύνασθαι δίκην λαβεῖν. οὐδεὶς γάρ που, ἐξ ὅσου ̓Αθηναῖοι ἀείμνηστοι εἰσὶν, ἐπὶ τοιαύτῃ αἰτία ἠτιμώθη. δικαίως· οὐδὲ γὰρ ἔργα τοιαῦτα οὐδείς πω εἰργάσατο. καὶ τούτων πότερα τοὺς θεοὺς χρὴ ἢ τὸ αὐτόματον αἰτιᾶσθαι ; Μετὰ δὲ ταῦτα ἔπλευσεν ὡς τὸν Κιττιέων βασιλέα, καὶ προδιδοὺς ληφθεὶς ὑπ ̓ αὐτοῦ ἐδέθη· καὶ οὐ μόνον τὸν θάνατον ἐφοβεῖτο ἀλλὰ καὶ τὰ καθ' ἡμέραν αἰκίσματα, οἰόμενος τὰ ἀκρωτήρια ζῶντος ἀποτμηθήσεσθαι. ἀποδρὰς δὲ ἐκ τούτου τοῦ κινδύνου κατέπλευσεν εἰς τὴν ἑαυτοῦ πόλιν ἐπὶ τῶν τετρακοσίων· θεὸς λήθην ἔδωκεν, ὥστε εἰς τοὺς ἠδικη μένους αὐτοὺς ἐπεθύμησεν ἀφικέσθαι. ἀφικόμενος δὲ ἐδέθη καὶ ἠκίσθη· ἀπώλετο δὲ οὐχὶ, ἀλλ ̓ ἐλύθη. ἔνθεν δὲ ἔπλευσεν ὡς Εὐαγόραν τὸν Κύπρου βασιλεύοντα, καὶ ἀδικήσας εἴρχθη. ἀποδρὰς δὲ καὶ τοῦτον, ἔφευγε μὲν τοὺς ἐνθάδε θεοὺς, ἔφευγε δὲ τὴν ἑαυτοῦ πόλιν, ἔφευγε δὲ εἰς οὓς τὸ πρῶτον ἀφίκοιτο τόπους. καίτοι τίς χάρις τῷ βίῳ, κακοπαθεῖν μὲν πολλάκις, ἀναπαύσασθαι δὲ μηδέποτε; καταπλεύσας δὲ ἐκεῖθεν δεῦρο εἰς δημοκρατίαν εἰς τὴν αὑτοῦ πόλιν τοῖς μὲν πρυτανεῦσιν ἔδωκε χρήματα, ἵνα αὐτὸν προσαγάγοιεν ἐνθάδε· ὑμεῖς δ ̓ αὐτὸν ἐξηλάσατε ἐκ τῆς πόλεως, τοῖς θεοῖς βεβαιοῦντες τοὺς νόμους οὓς ἐψηφίσασθε.—Lysias against Andocides.

FRIDAY, February 12,

Into Greek Iambics.

Thou seest a prince, whose father thou hast slain,
Whose native country thou hast laid in blood,
Whose sacred person, Oh ! thou hast profaned,
Whose reign extinguished-what was left to me,
So highly born ? No kingdom but revenge;
No treasure but thy torture and thy groans.
If men should ask who brought thee to thy end,

Tell them the Moor, and they will not despise thee.
If cold white mortals censure this great deed,
Warn them they judge not of superior beings,
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,
With whom revenge is virtue.

Young's "Revenge."

MONDAY, February 15.

Into Greek Prose.

Tell me, Hylas, what are the fruits of yesterday's meditation? Hath it confirmed you in the same mind you were in at parting? or have you since seen cause to change your opinion?

Hylas. Truly my opinion is, that all our opinions are alike vain and uncertain. What we approve to-day, we condemn to-morrow. We keep a stir about knowledge, and spend our lives in the pursuit of it, when, alas! we know nothing all the while: nor do I think it possible for us ever to know any thing in this life. Our faculties are too narrow and too few. Nature certainly never intended us for speculation.

Phil. What! say you we can know nothing, Hylas? Hyl. There is not that single thing in the world, whereof we can know the real nature, or what it is in itself.

Phil. Will you tell me I do not really know what fire or water is?-Bishop Berkeley.

WEDNESDAY, February 17.

Into Latin Hexameters.

Now prosperous gales the bending canvass swelled;
From these rude shores our fearless course we held:
Beneath the glistening wave the god of day
Had now five times withdrawn the parting ray,
When o'er the prow a sudden darkness spread,
And slowly floating o'er the mast's tall head
A black cloud hovered; nor appeared from far
The moon's pale glimpse, nor faintly twinkling star;
So deep a gloom the lowering vapour cast,
Transfixed with awe the bravest stood aghast.

Meanwhile a hollow bursting roar resounds,
As when hoarse surges lash their rocky mounds;
Nor had the blackening wave, nor frowning heaven,
The wonted signs of gathering tempest given.
Amazed we stood-O thou, our fortune's guide,
Avert this omen, mighty God, I cried.

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Mickle's "Lusiad."

FRIDAY, February 19.

Into English Prose.

Solvitur interea vallum, primæque recusant Stare moræ jam se peditum junxere catervæ Moenibus at patulas saltu transmittere fossas Horror equis: hærent trepidi, atque immane paventes Abruptum mirantur agi: nunc impetus ire Margine ab extremo, nunc sponte in frena recedunt. Hi præfixa solo vellunt munimina; at illi Portarum objectus minuunt, et ferrea sudant Claustra remoliri, trabibusque arctata sonoro Pellunt saxa loco: pars ad fastigia missas Exsultant hæsisse faces; pars ima lacessunt, Scrutanturque cavas cæca testudine turres. At Tyrii, quæ sola salus, caput omne coronant Murorum, nigrasque sudes, et lucida ferro Spicula, et arsuras coeli per inania glandes, Saxaque in adversos ipsis avulsa rotabant Moenibus exundant sævo fastigia nimbo, Armatæque vomunt stridentia tela fenestræ. Qualiter aut Malean, aut alta Ceraunia supra Cessantes in nube sedent, nigrisque teguntur Collibus, et subitæ saliunt in vela procellæ : Talis Agenoreis Argivûm exercitus armis Obruitur: non ora virûm, non pectora flectit Imber atrox, rectosque tenent in moenia vultus Immemores leti, et tantum sua tela videntes. Anthea falcato lustrantem moenia curru Desuper Ogygiæ pepulit gravis impetus hastæ. Lora excussa manu, retroque in terga volutus Semianimos artus ocreis retinentibus hæret: Mirandum visu belli scelus, arma trahuntur, Fumantesque rotæ tellurem, et tertius hasta

Sulcus arat: longo sequitur vaga pulvere cervix,
Et resupinarum patet orbita longa comarum.

Statius, Thebaid.

MONDAY, February 22. ·

Into Latin Elegiacs.

'Tis past the iron North has spent his rage;
Stern Winter now resigns the lengthening day;
The stormy howlings of the winds assuage,
And warm o'er ether western breezes play.

Of genial heat and cheerful light the source,
From southern climes, beneath another sky,
The sun, returning, wheels his golden course :
Before his beams all noxious vapours fly.

Far to the north grim Winter draws his train,
To his own clime, to Zembla's frozen shore;
Where, throned on ice, he holds eternal reign;
Where whirlwinds madden, and where tempests roar.

Loosed from the bands of frost, the verdant ground
Again puts on her robe of cheerful green,

Again puts forth her flowers: and all around
Smiling, the cheerful face of spring is seen.

Michael Bruce.

WEDNESDAY, February 24.

Into Latin Prose.

For he thought Tyranny, as Cicero says, the greatest of goddesses; and had frequently in his mouth a verse of Euripides, which expressed the image of his soul, that, if right and justice were ever to be violated, they were to be violated for the sake of reigning. This was the chief end and purpose of his life; the scheme that he had formed from his early youth; so that, as Cato truly declared of him, he came with sobriety and meditation to the subversion of the republic. He used to say that there were two things necessary to acquire and to support power-soldiers and money; which yet