And David came, The child is dead, and I shall go to him, NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. PICTURE OF WAR. But mark yon war-worn man who looks on With thought and valor mirrored in his eye: Can fright the vision of his home away— Speed to his sword and vigor to his arm; PIRIT of light and life, when battle Fronts the steeled foe and mingles in the SPI rears List! War-peals thunder on the battle-field, And many a hand grasps firm the glittering shield, As on, with helm and plume, the warriors come, And the glad hills repeat their drum. A battle-steed beneath his rider flung; The first, with hearts that consecrate the Ghastly and grimly stare upon the skies. deed, All eager rush to vanquish or to bleed, Like young waves racing in the morning sun, That rear and leap with reckless fury on. Afar, with bosom bared unto the breeze, knees, A narrow compass, and yet there Weep, neighbors, weep! Do you not hear Give me but what this riband bound, it said That Love is dead? His deathbed peacock's folly, His winding-sheet is shame, Take all the rest the sun goes round. EDMUND WALLER. * A service of thirty masses for the repose of the soul of some one dead, repeated on thirty successive days. A APOLLONIUS RHODIUS. Enamored. Then she fixed full opposite POLLONIUS, who was born about 235 B. C., was a native of Naucratis, in Egypt, and resided at Alexandria, but migrated to Rhodes, where he opened a school of rhetoric, and where he recited in public his poem on the Argonauts, which was rewarded by the Rhodians with the freedom of their city. Hence he acquired the surname of "Rhodius." He was recalled by Ptolemy Euergetes, and succeeded Callimachus as keeper of the Alexandrian Library. He wrote treatises on the "Origin of Alex- A lambent flame and snatched the darted andria" and on "Cnidos," and other works, which are lost. forth rays That trembled from his eyes. Her inmost soul Floating in bliss, she all dissolved away brows If the sublime be the characteristic of Homer, the romantic is that of Apollonius, and in nature and tenderness he needs not shun a comparison even with Homer. No poet has ever excelled the Rhodian in the refined display of female character, in the gay amenities, the modest reserves, the delicate artifices, the conflicting uncertainties and the Smiled joyous in serenity of love. poignant sensibilities of female love. Dido is but a feeble copy of the interesting and impassioned Medea. Elegance of style, pict uresqueness of imagery, delicacy of imagination, Apollonius Rhodius may at least dispute with Virgil, and he possesses also that fresh and vigorous simplicity which may be said to be almost peculiar to the poets of Greece. MEDEA GIVES JASON THE DRUG. FROM THE GREEK OF APOLLONIUS RHODIUS. So said the youth, with admiration high Gilding his speech, but she, her eyes cast down, PILLA Translation of E. F. PRESTON. EPITAPH. FROM THE GREEK OF ERINNA. LARS of death! carved Syrens! tearful urns! In whose sad keeping my poor dust is laid, To him that near my tomb his footstep turns, Stranger or Greek, bid hail! and say a maid Rests, in her bloom, below: her sire the name Of Myrtis gave, her birth and lineage high, Smiled with enchanting sweetness: all her And say her bosom-friend Erinna came, soul Melted within her, of his words of praise And on this marble graved her elegy. Translation of WAKEFIELD BLAND. "None escape the common doom; "Read upon this tomb: 'Here lies- "Thus among the tombs I tread, "In this place that truth I found, Of the gospel of the poor, |