Sed hæc hactenus. Pluribus enim etiam fortasse verbis, quam necesse fuit, scripta sunt.-Cicero to Appius.

WEDNESDAY, October 20.

Into Latin Hexameters.

As on the sea-beat shore Britannia sat,
Of her degenerate sons the faded fame
Deep in her anxious heart revolving sad,
Bare was her throbbing bosom to the gale,
That hoarse and hollow from the bleak surge blew ;
Loose flow'd her tresses, rent her azure robe.
Hung o'er the deep, from her majestic brow
She tore the laurel, and she tore the bay;
Nor ceased the copious grief to bathe her cheek,
Nor ceased her sobs to murmur o'er the main.
Peace discontented nigh, departing, stretched
Her dove-like wing; and war, though greatly roused,
Yet mourns his fettered hands; while thus the Queen
Of nations spoke, and what she said, the muse
Recorded, faithful, in unbidden verse.

Thomson's "Britannia."

FRIDAY, October 22.

Into Greek Iambics.

Walter Fürst. What needs must be we'll do, but nothing further.

We'll chase away these foreign governors,

And break down their strong holds of tyranny,
But, if it can be, without blood or vengeance.
So shall the Emperor himself acknowledge
Necessity, not license, urged us on;
And when he sees us peaceable, content
With our recovered rights and territories,
And unmolesting others-haply he
May deem it prudent to remit his anger:
For sure that nation must inspire respect,

Which having power of vengeance, scorns to use it. Stauffacher. Who draws his sword for empire or for glory,

Deserves a robber's, not a hero's, name:

The cause alone can vindicate the deed.

Schiller's "W. Tell."

MONDAY, October 25.

Into Latin Elegiacs.

Why on the verdant banks of Ooze Does yonder Halcyon speed so fast? 'Tis all because she would not lose

Her fav'rite calm, that will not last.

The sun with azure paints the skies,
The stream reflects each flowery spray,
And, frugal of her time, she flies
To take her fill of love and play.
See her, when rugged Boreas blows,
Warm in some rocky cell remain,
To seek for pleasure, well she knows
Would only then enhance the pain.
Deform (she cries) thou hated shower,
Deform my limpid waves to-day;
For I have chose a fairer hour,
To take my fill of love and play.

WEDNESDAY, October 27.

Into English Prose.

ΗΝΙΟΧΟΣ.

Shenstone.

κακῶς πέπρακται, κἀπὶ τοῖς κακοῖσι πρὸς
αἴσχιστα· καίτοι δὶς τόσον κακὸν τόδε·
θανεῖν γὰρ εὐκλεῶς μέν, εἰ θανεῖν χρεών,
λυπρὸν μὲν οἶμαι τῷ θανόντι· πῶς γὰρ οὔ;
τοῖς ζῶσι δ ̓ ὄγκος καὶ δόμων εὐδοξία.
ἡμεῖς δ ̓ ἀβούλως κἀκλεῶς ὀλώλαμεν.
ἐπεὶ γὰρ ἡμᾶς εὔνασ ̓ Εκτορεία χείρ,
ξύνθημα λέξας, εὕδομεν πεδοστιβεῖς,
κόπῳ δαμέντες, οὐδ ̓ ἐφρουρεῖτο στρατὸς
φυλακαῖσι νυκτέροισιν, οὐδ ̓ ἐν τάξεσιν
ἔκειτο τεύχη, κλῇθρά τ ̓ οὐκ ἐπὶ ζυγοῖς
ἵππων καθήρμοσθ ̓, ὡς ἄναξ ἐπεύθετο
κρατοῦντας ὑμᾶς κἀφεδρεύοντας νεῶν
πρύμναισι· φαύλως δ' εὕδομεν πεπτωκότες.
κἀγὼ μελούσῃ, καρδία λήξας ὕπνου

Β

πώλοισι χόρτον, προσδοκῶν ἑωθινὴν
ζεύξειν ἐς ἀλκήν, ἀφθόνῳ μετρῶ χερί.
λεύσσω δὲ φῶτε περιπολοῦνθ ̓ ἡμῶν στρατὸν
πυκνῆς δι ̓ ὄρφνης· ὡς δ ̓ ἐκινήθην ἐγώ,
ἐπτηξάτην τε κἀνεχωρείτην πάλιν·
ἤπυσα δ ̓ αὐτοῖς μὴ πελάζεσθαι στρατῷ,
κλωπας δοκήσας συμμάχων πλάθειν τινάς.
οἱ δ ̓ οὐδέν· οὐ μὴν οἶδ ̓ ἐγὼ τὰ πλείονα,
εἶδον δ ̓ ἀπελθών αὖθις ἐς κοίτην πάλιν.
καί μοι καθ ̓ ὕπνον δόξα τις παρίσταται·
ἵππους γὰρ ὡς ἔθρεψα κἀδιφρηλάτουν
Ρήσῳ παρεστώς, εἶδον, ὡς ὄναρ δοκῶν,
λύκους ἐπεμβεβῶτας ἑδραίαν ῥάχιν·
θείνοντε δ ̓ οὐρᾷ πωλικῆς ῥινοῦ τρίχα,
ἤλαυνον, αἱ δ ̓ ἔρεγκον ἐξ ἀντηρίδων
θυμὸν πνέουσαι κἀνεχαίτιζον φόβῳ.
ἐγὼ δ ̓ ἀμύνων θῆρας ἐξεγείρομαι
πώλοισιν· ἔννυχος γὰρ ἐξώρμα φόβος.
κλύω δ ̓ ἐπάρας κρατα μυχθισμὸν νεκρῶν.
θερμὸς δὲ κρουνὸς δεσπότου παρὰ σφαγαῖς
βάλλει με δυσθνήσκοντος αἵματος νέου.
ὀρθὸς δ ̓ ἀνάσσω χειρὶ σὺν κενῇ δορός.
καὶ μ ̓ ἔγχος αὐγάζοντα καὶ θηρώμενον
παίει παραστὰς νειάτην πλευρὰν ξίφει
ἀνὴρ ἀκμάζων. φασγάνου γὰρ ᾐσθόμην
πληγῆς, βαθεῖαν ἄλοκα τραύματος λαβών.

Euripides, Rhesus.

FRIDAY, October 29.

Into Latin Prose.

Add now, to make this second fruit of friendship complete, that other point which lieth more open, and falleth within vulgar observation: which is faithful counsel from a friend. Heraclitus saith well in one of his enigmas, "Dry light is ever the best," and certain it is, that the light that a man receiveth by counsel from another, is drier and purer than that which cometh from his own understanding and judgment; which is ever infused and drenched in his affections and customs. So as there is as much difference between the counsel that a friend giveth, and that a man giveth himself, as there is between the counsel of a friend and of a flatterer; ;

for there is no such flatterer as is a man's self, and there is no such remedy against flattery of a man's self as the liberty of a friend. Counsel is of two sorts; the one concerning manners, the other concerning business: for the first, the best preservative to keep the mind in health is the faithful admonition of a friend. The calling of a man's self to a strict account is a medicine sometimes too piercing and corrosive; reading good books of morality is a little flat and dead; observing our faults in others is sometimes improper for our case; but the best receipt (best I say to work and best to take) is the admonition of a friend. It is a strange thing to behold what gross errors and extreme absurdities many (especially of the greater sort) do commit for want of a friend to tell them of them, to the great damage both of their fame and fortune.-Bacon's "Essay on Friendship."

MONDAY, November 1.

Into Latin Hexameters.

Oh, first of human blessings, and supreme,
Fair Peace, how lovely, how delightful thou!
By whose wide tie the kindred sons of men
Like brothers live, in amity combin'd
And unsuspicious faith; while honest toil
Gives every joy, and to those joys a right,
Which idle barb'rous rapine but usurps.
Pure is thy reign, when unaccurs'd by blood,
Nought save the sweetness of indulgent show'rs,
Trickling distils into the verdant glebe;

Instead of mangled carcasses, sad scene,

When the blithe sheaves lie scatter'd o'er the field;
When only shining shares, the crooked knife
And hooks imprint the vegetable wound;
When the land blushes with the rose alone,

The falling fruitage, and the bleeding vine.

Thomson's "Britannia.”

WEDNESDAY, November 3.

Into Greek Iambics.

But why thus waste our time in vain debate,
Whilst our dear fatherland yet lies a prey

To foreign foes-Let's cleanse the soil of them,
And then decide our friendly controversy.
Ye're silent; have ye nothing to inform me?
Or am I still unworthy of your trust?

Then must I force myself into your councils.
Your silence is in vain; I know the whole-
Your midnight meetings, and your oaths at Rütli;
I know the whole; and though not trusted with
Your secret, yet have I devoutly kept it.

I never was my country's foe, believe me;
I never acted against her or you.

But why defer the glorious enterprise?
Time presses on and calls for action. Tell
Already pays the price of your delay.

Schiller's "W. Tell."

FRIDAY, November 5.

Into Greek Prose.

You have departed, Athenians, from that plan of government which your ancestors laid down. You are persuaded by your leaders, that to be the first among the Greeks, to keep up your forces ready to redress the injured, is an unnecessary and vain expence. You are taught to think, that to lie down in indolence, to be free from public cares, to abandon all your interests one by one, a prey to the vigilance and craft of others, is to be perfectly secure, and surprisingly happy. By this means, the station which you should have maintained is now seized by another, and he is become the successful, the mighty potentate. And what else could have been expected? for as the Lacedemonians were unfortunate, the Thebans engaged in the Phocian war; and we, quite insensible; he had no competitor for a prize so noble, so great, so illustrious, which for a long time engaged the most considerable states of Greece in the severest contests. Thus is he become formidable, strengthened by alliances, and surrounded by his troops; while all the Greeks are involved in so many, and so great difficulties, that it is hard to say where they may find recourse. But of all the dangers of the several states, none are so dreadful as those which threaten our's: not only because Philip's designs aim principally at us,