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Mature in years, for sober wisdom famed, Without thy aid no glory shall be mine, Moved by the speech, Alethes here exclaim'd: Without thy dear advice no great design; “Ye parent Gods! who rule the fate of Troy, Alike, through life esteem'd, thou god-lih Still dwells the Dardan spirit in the boy;

boy, When minds like these in striplings thus In war my bulwark, and in peace my joy' Yours is the god-like act, be yours the praise; In gallant youth my fainting hopes revive, To him Euryalus: “No day shall share And Hion's wonted glories still survive." The rising glories, which from this I claig Then, in his warm embrace, the boys he Fortune may favour or the skies may frooz


But valour, spite of fate, obtains renom And, quivering, straind them to his aged Yet, ere from hence our eager steps de pe: he


One boon I beg, the nearest to my heart With tears the burning cheek of each be- My mother sprung from Priam's royal lin,



thine ennobled, hardly less divire; And, sobbing, thus his first discourse re- Nor Troy, nor King Acestes' realms restra

new'd :

Her feeble age from dangers of the mas; “What gift, my countrymen, what martial Alone she came, all selfish fears abore,


A bright example of maternal love. Can we bestow, which you may not despise ? Unknown, the secret enterprize i brave. Our deities the first, best boon have given, Lest grief should bend my parent to the Internal virtues are the gift of Heaven.

grave: What poor rewards can bless your deeds From this alone no fond adieus I seek.

on earth,

No fainting mother's lips have preze'd sy Doubtless, await such young exalted worth;

cheek; Æneas and Ascanius shall combine By gloomy Night, and thy right hand. Iron To yield applause far, far surpassing mine." Her parting-tears would shake my parpai Iulus then: “By all the powers above!

now. By those Penates who my country love; Do thou, my prince, her failing age sustais. By hoary Vesta’s sacred fane, I swear, In thee her much-loved child may liveartit

. My hopes are all in you, ye generous pair! Her dying hours with pious conduct bles Restore my father to my grateful sight, Assist her wants, relieve her fond distress And all my sorrows yield to one delight. So dear a hope must all my soul inflam. Nisus! two silver goblets are thine own, To rise in glory, or to fall in fame." Saved from · Arisba’s stately domes o’er- Struck with a filial care, so deeply felt

. thrown;

In tears at once the Trojan warriors mek; My sire secured them on that fatal day, Faster than all, lulus' eyes o'erflow; Nor left such bowls an Argive robber's prey. Such love was his and such had been his ver Two massy tripods also shall be thine, “All thou hast ask'd, receive," the Prince Two talents polish'd from the glittering


Nor this alone, but many a gift beside; An ancient cup which Tyrian Dido gave, To cheer thy mother's years shall be was While yet our vessels press’d the Punic Creusa's style but wanting to the dane;

Fortune an adverse wayward coursemarni But, when the hostile chiefs at length But bless'd thy mother in so dear a ron, bow down, Now, by my life, my Sire's most sacred oath

, When great Æneas wears Hesperia's crown, To thee I pledge my full, my firmest troch

. The

casque, the buckler, and the fiery steed, All the rewards which once to thee FER Which Turnus guides with more than

vowd, mortal speed,

If thou shouldst fall, on her shall be Are i hine; no envious lot shall then be cast,

bestow'd." I pledge my word, irrevocably pass'd ; Thus spoke the weeping Prince

, then forth Nay more, twelve slaves and twice six


to view captive dames, A gleaming falchion from the sheath by To soothe thy softer hours with amorous

drew; flames,

Lycaon's utmost skill had graced the steel And all the realms which now the Latins For friends to envy and for foes to feel

A tawny hide, the Moorish lion's spoil

. The labours of to-night shall well repay.

Slain midst the forest, in the hunter's tail. But thou, my generous youth, whose tender Mnestheus, to guard the elder youth besto


And old Alethes casque defends his hors! Are near my own, whose worth my heart Arm'd, thence they go, while all the as Henceforth , affection sweetly thus begun, To aid their cause, implore the gode in vain Shall join our bosoms and our souls in one; More than a boy, in wisdom and in grace





their way,

is past,

alus holds amidst the chiefs his place; Nor less the other's deadly vengeance lis prayers he sends, but what can prayers

came, avail,

But falls on feeble crowds without a name; ost in the murmurs of the sighing gale? His wound unconscious Fadus scarce can feel,

Yet wakeful Rhæsus sees the threatening

steel; The trench is past, and, favour'd by the His coward breast behind a jar he hides,

night, Through sleeping foes they wheel their Full in his heart the falchion search'd

And, vainly, in the weak defence confides ; wary flight.

his veins, Vhen shall the sleep of many a foe be o'er? The reeking weapon bears alternate stains; Jas! some slumber whu shall wake no more! Thro' wine and blood, commingling as hariots, and bridles, mix'd with arms,

they flow, are seen,

The feeble spirit seeks the shades below. nd flowing flasks, and scatter'd troops Now, where Messapus dwelt they bend

between; acchus and Mars to rule the camp combine, Whose fires emit a faint and trembling ray; mingled chaos this of war and wine. Now, cries the first, “for deeds of blood Unwatch'd, unheeded, on the herbage feed;

There unconfined behold each grazing steed, prepare,

Brave Nisns here arrests his comrade's arm, Vith me the conquest and the labour share; Too flush'd with carnage, and with conlere lies our path; lest any hand arise,

quest warm : Vatch thou, while many a dreaming chief- "Hence let us haste, the dangerous path

tain dies; 11 carve our passage through the heedless Full foes enough, to-night, have breathed foe,

their last; .nd clear thy road, with many a deadly Soon will the day those eastern clouds blow."

adoru, lis whispering accents then the youth Now let us speed, nor tempt the rising morn."

represt, ind pierced proud Rhamnes through his

panting breast;

What silver arms, with various arts tretch'd at his ease, th’ incautious king

emboss'd, reposed,

What bowls and mantles, in confusion toss'd, lebauch,and not fatigue, his eyes had closed; They leave regardless ! yet, one glittering to Turnus dear, a prophet and a prince,

prize Tis omens more than augur's skill evince, Attracts the younger hero's wandering eyes; But he, who thus foretold the fate of all, The gilded harness Rhamnes' coursers felt, Could not avert his own untimely fall.

The gems which stud the monarch's golden bext Remus' armour-bearer, hapless, fell,

belt; Ind three unhappy slaves the carnage swell: This from the pallid corse was quickly torn, Che charioteer along his courser's sides

Once by a line of former chieftains worn. Expires, the steel his sever'd neck divides; Th' exulting boy the studded girdle wears, Ind,last,his Lord is number'd with the dead, Messapus' helm his head, in triumph, bears ; Bounding convulsive, flies the gasping head; Then froin the tents their cautious steps from the swollen veins the blackening

they bend, torrents pour, To seek the vale, where safer paths extend. Stain'd is the couch and earth with clotting

gore. Young Lamyrus and Lamus next expire,

Just at this hour a band of Latian horse And gay Serranus, fill'd with youthful fire; To Turnus' camp pursue their destined Half the long night in childish games was

course; past,

While the slow foot their tardy march delay, Lalld by the potent grape, he slept at last; The knights, impatient, spur along the way: Ah! happier far, had he the morn survey'd, Three hundred mail-clad men, by Volscens And, till Aurora's dawn, his skill display'd.


To Turnus with their master's promise sped: In slaughter'd folds, the keepers lost in Now, they approach the trench, and view sleep,

the walls, His hungry fangs a Lion thus may steep; When, on the left, a light reflection falls; 'Mid the sad flock, at dead of night, he prowls, The plunder'd helmet through the waning With murder glatted, and in carnage rolls;

night Insatiate still, through teeming herds he Sheds forth a silver radiance.glancing brighti

Volscens, with question loud, the pair In seas of gore the lordly tyrant foams.



“Stand , stragglers! stand! why early thus He sobs, he dies,—the troop, in wild amaze,

in arms?

Unconscious whence the death, with horror From whence? to whom?" lle meets with

gaze ; no reply, While pale they stare, thro Tagus' temples Trusting the covert of the night, they fly;

riven, The thicket's depth, with hurried pace, A second shaft with equal force is drivea;

they tread, Fierce Volscens rolls around his lowering While round the wood the hostile squadron

eyes, spread Veild by the night, secure the Trojan lies

. Burning with wrath, he view'd his soldiers

fall; With brakes entangled , scarce a path “Thou youth accurst! thy life shall pay between,

for all." Dreary and dark appears the sylvan scene; Quick from the sheath his flaming glave Euryalus his heavy spoils impede,

he drew The boughs and winding turns his steps And, raging, on the boy defenceless fler


Nisus no more the blackening shade concrals, But Nisus scours along the forest's maze, Forth, forth he starts and all his love reveals To where Latinus' steeds in safety graze, Aghast, confused, his fears to madness rise, Then backward o'er the plain his eyes And pour these accents, shrieking as he fie:


“Me, me, your vengeance hurl on me alese, On every side they seek his absent friend. Here sheathe the steel, my blood is all “O God! my boy,” he cries, “of me bereft,

your own; In what impending perils art thou left!" Ye starry Spheres ! thou conscious Hearen Listening he runs-above the waving trees,

attest ! Tumultuous voices swell the passing breeze; He could not — durst not – lo! the guile The war-cry rises, thundering hoofs around

confest! Wake the dark echoes of the trembling All, all was mine—his early fate suspend,


He only loved too well his hapless friend; Again he turns- of footsteps hears the noise, Spare, spare, ye chiefs! from him your The sound elates — the sight his hope

rage remove destroys; His fault was friendship, all his crime wa The hapless boy a ruffian train surround,

love." While lengthening shades his weary way He pray'd in vain, the dark assassin's sword

confound; Pierced the fair side, the snowy bosom gered, Him, with loud shouts, the furious knights Lowly to earth inclines his plome-clad crest,


And sanguine torrents mantle n'er his breast: Struggling in vain, a captive to the crew. As some young rose, whose blossom scrats What can his friend 'gainst thronging

the air, numbers dare? Languid in death, expires beneath the sbare ; Ah!must he rush, his comrade's fate to share! Or crimson poppy, sinking with the shower, What force, what aid, what stratagein essay, Declining gently, falls a fading flower; Back to redeein the Latian spoiler's prey ! Thus, sweetly drooping, bends his lovely His life a votive ransom nobly give,

head, Or die with him for whom he wish'd to live! And lingering Beauty hovers round the dead. Poising with strength his lifted lance on

high, On Luna's orb he cast his phrenzied eye: But fiery Nisus stems the battle's tide. “Goddess serene, transcending every star! Revenge his leader, and Despair his guide Queen of the sky! whose beams are seen afar; Volscens he seeks,amidst the gathering best, By night, Heaven owns thy sway, by day, Volscens must soon appease his comrade's

ghost; When, as chaste Dian, here thou deignst Steel, flashing, pours on steel, foe crowde to rove;

on foe, If e'er myself or sire have sought to grace Rage nerves his arm, Fate gleams in every Thine altars with the produce of the chace;

blow; Speed, speed, my dart, to pierce yon vaunt- In vain, beneath unnumber'd wounds he ing crowd,

bleeds, To free my friend, and scatter far the proud." Nor wounds, nor death, distracted Nisu Thus having said, the hissing dart he flung;

heeds; Through parted shades the hurtling weapon In viewless circles wheeld his falchion flies,


Nor quits the Hero's grasp till Polscens dies; The thirsty point in Sulmo's entrails lay, Deep in his throat its end the weapon found. Transfix'd his heart, and stretch'd him on The tyrant's soul fled groaning through the clay:

the wound.

the grove;

This Nisus all his fond affection proved, Awakes an all-consuming fire;
Dying, revenged the fate of him he loved ; Ye racking doubts! ye jealous fearu !
Then on his bosom sought his wonted place, With others wage eternal war;
Ind death was heavenly in his friend's Repentance! source of future tears,


From me be ever distant far.

Celestial pair! ifaught my verse can claim, May no distracting thoughts destroy
Wasted on 'Time's broad pinion, yours is The holy calm of sacred love!


May all the hours be wing'd with joy, Ages on ages shall your fate admire ; Which hover faithful hearts above! No future day shall see your names expire; Fair Venus! on thy myrtle-shrine, While stands the Capitol, immortal dome! May I with some fond lover sigh! And vanquish'd millions hail their Empress, Whose heart may mingle pure with mino,


With me to live, with me to die.

My native soil! beloved before,

Now dearer, as my peaceful home, TRANSLATION FROM THE MEDEA OF Ne'er may I quit thy rocky shore, EURIPIDES.

A hapless, banish'd wretch to roam;

This very day, this very hour, When fierce conflicting passions urge May I resign this fleeting breath,

The breast, where love is wont to glow, Nor quit my silent, humble bower;
What mind can stem the stormy surge, A doom, to me, far worse than death.

Which rolls the tide of human woe?
The hope of praise, the dread of shame, Have I not heard the exile's sigh?

Can rouse the tortured breast no more ; And seen the exile's silent tear?
The wild desire, the guilty flame, Through distant climes condemn'd to fly,
Absorbs each wish it felt before.

A pensive, weary wanderer here ;

Ah! hapless dame! no sire bewails, But if affection gently thrills

No friend thy wretched fate deplores, The soul, by purer dreams possest, No kindred voice with rapture hails The pleasing balm of mortal ills,

Thy steps, within a stranger's doors. In love can soothe the aching breast; If thus, thou com’st in gentle guise, Perish the fiend! whose iron heart,

Fair Venus! from thy native heaven, To fair affection's truth unknown, What heart, unfeeling, would despise Bids her he fondly loved depart, The sweetest boon the Gods have given? Unpitied, helpless, and alone;

Who ne'er unlocks, with silver key, Bat never from thy golden bow

The milder treasures of his soul; May I beneath the shaft expire, May such a friend be far from me, Whose creeping venom, sure and slow, And Ocean's storms between us roll!


THOUGATS SUGGESTED BY A COL- Happy the youth! in Euclid's axioms tried, LEGE EXAMINATION.

Though little versed in any art beside;

Who, scarcely skill'd an English line to pen, Hich in the midst,surrounded by his peers, Scans Attic inetres with a critic's ken. Magnus his ample front sublime uprears; What ! though he knows not how his fathers Placed on his chair of state, he seems

bled, a God,

When civil discord piled the fields with dead; While Sophs and Freshmen tremble at When Edward bade his conquering bands his nod;

advance, As all around sit wrapt in speechless gloom, Or Henry trampled on the crest of France ; His voice, in thunder, shakes the sounding Though, marv'ling at the name of Magna dome,

Charta, Denouncing dire reproach to luckless fools, Yet, well he recollects the laws of Sparta; Unskill'd to plod in mathematic rules. Can tell what ediets sage Lycurgus made, While Blackstone 's on the shelf neglected To him, with suppliant smiles, they bend

the head, OP Grecian dramas vaunts the deathless While distant mitres to their eyes are spread:


But should a storm" o'erwhelm him with Of Avon's bard remembering scarce the

disgrace, They'd fly to seek įthe next who fill'd bla




Such are the men who learning's treasures Such is the youth, whose scientific pate

Class-honours, medals, fellowships, await; Such is their practice, such is their reward;
Or even, perhaps, the declamation-prize, This much, at least, we may presume to say,
If to such glorious height he lifts his eyes. The premium can't exceed the price they pay
But, lo! no common orator can hope
The envied silver cup within his scope :
Not that our Heads much eloquence require,

Th’Athenian's glowing style,or Tully's fire.
A manner clear or warm is useless, since

“Tu semper amoris Sis memor

et cari comitis ne abscedat i magu." We do not try, by speaking, to convince;

VALEkits Flacca Be other orators of pleasing proud, We speak to please ourselves, not move the FRIEND of my youth! when young we roved


Like striplings mutually beloved, Our gravity prefers the muttering tone, With Friendship's purest glow; A proper mixture of the squeak and groan; The bliss which wing'd those rosy hours, No borrow'd grace of action must be seen, Was such as pleasure seldom showers The slightest motion would displease the On mortals here below.

Dean; Whilst every staring Graduate would prate The recollection seems, alone, Against what he could never imitate. Dearer than all the joys I've known,

When distant far from you;

Though pain, 'tis still a pleasing pain, who hopes t' obtain the pro- To trace those days and hours again,

And sigh again, adieu! Must in one posture stand, and ne'er look up; Nor stop, but rattle over every word, My pensive memory lingers o'er No matter what, so it can not be heard : Those scenes to be enjoy'd no more, Thus let him hurry on, nor think to rest; Those scenes regretted ever; Who speaks the fastest 's sure to speak thé The measure of our youth is fall,


Life's evening-dream is dark and dall, Who utters most within the shortest space, And we may meet-ah! never! May safely hope to win the wordy race.

As when one parent-spring supplies
Two streams, which from one fountain rise

The sons of science these,who, thus repaid, Together join'd in vain;
Linger in ease in Granta's sluggish shade; How soon, diverging from their source,
Where on Cam's sedgy banks supine they lie, Each murmuring seeks another course,
Unknown, unhonour'd live,- unwept for Till mingled in the Main :

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Dull as the pictures which adorn their halls, Our vital streams of weal or woe, They think all learning fix'd within their Though near, alas! distinctly flow,

walls ;

Nor mingle as before ; In manners rude, in foolish forms precise, Now swift or slow, now black or clear

, All modern arts affecting to despise ; Till death's unfathom'd gulph appear, Yet prizing PENTLEY's, Brunck's, or Por- And both shall quit the shore.

sor's note, More than the verse on which the critic Our souls, my Friend! which once supplicht

One wish, nor breathed a thought beside

Vain as their honours, heavy as their ale, Now flow in different channels;
Sad as their wit, and tedious as their tale, Disdaining humbler rural sports,
To friendship dead, though not untaught 'Tis yours to mix in polish d courts,

to feel,

And shine in Fashion's annals.
When Self and Church demand a bigot-

'Tis mine to waste on love my

time, With eager haste they court the lord of Or vent my reveries in rhyme,

Without the aid of Reason ; Whether 'tis Pirt or Perry rules the hour: For Sense and Reason (Critics know it)

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