5115 ©3&r w 11 I GRACE ->HE*»<- OXEN DEN won < ■'.;<<■, ■ mmIm - ■■■np.ii- THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES c * * ERRATA. Page 10, fecond line from bottom,/./- "moftly" read « moiftly. „ 15, line 6, for « Or " mi " And." 15, line 1 1, /or " Dobfon's " mi " Dodfon's." 16, line 1, /or « day" read " days." S o, line 5, /r "Sodalis" mi " Sodales." „ 51, line 3,/ar"Sui" read "Sin." „ 67, line l,/r " Italia " mJ " Itala." » 5> ,« '- • •• Railway Horace. 1 BY G. CHICHESTER OXENDEN. Tu ne lade meant, jubeo, Momufcule, Mufam ; Ede tua?n,fic Tu Momificatus eris. LONDON: Ufham and Beet, 46 New Bond Street. 1862. LONDON : Printed by Strangeways & Waldek, 28 Caftle St. Leicefter Sq. "^ ur \J 3 Si «^^>r- Horace, Lib. i. Ode 5. PYRRHA, in fome fequeftered gvot, Where rofes fall around thee, And on thy cheek are kifTes hot, What boyifh love hath bound thee, His own dark hvacinthine locks With thy fair trefTes blended ? Ah ! quickly come the varying fhocks That tell of paffion ended, And he will mourn vows light as air, And Pyrrha's troth departed, Ill-ftarred, to love a girl fo fair, And yet, fo faithlefs-hearted. And I, who watch his ruin, I, Thank Heaven, at Neptune's door That I have hung My Hat to dry, And tempt the waves no more. * Horace, Lib. i. Ode 7. TEUCER'S BANQUET. /~\ SOME will praife illuftrious Rhodes, and fome fair Mitylene, And Ephefus, and ye, twin Seas, with Corinth placed between ye, And Thebes, beloved by Bacchus, and fteep Delphi by Apollo, And Tempe, where the rocky road fcarce man or mule can follow, And fome there are whofe tirefome talk for ever 'tis to fing The glories of Minerva's fhrine, on one incefTant ftring, And Argos with its olive-groves, and opulent Mycenae (O many a fultry fummer-eve right gladly have I feen ye). But me nor rich LarifTa's field, nor patient Lacedaemon, Appear one-half fuch pleafant fpots, "the which" to pin a theme on, As old Albunea's noify dome, with Anio and Tibur,* And all the golden-pippin-groves, which moftly circumfcribe her. * More convenient than correct. Horace, Lib. i. Ode 7. 1 1 When clouds obfcure the wintry fky, as fouth winds intervene To chafe the dull November fog, and cheer the chilly fcene, Do thou, my Plancus, put an end to forrow and life's labor With goblets of good old port-wine, and twang of pipe and tabor. Thus Teucer, when from Salamis, and from " Papa " he fled, A napkin, dipped in pink champagne, bound round his aching head ; And then, with maudlin moiftened eye, his comrades thus addrefT'd, " If we don't go to fea again to-morrow — I'll be blefT'd.* " I'm nothing daunted nor caff, down ; 'tis my opinion rather "That Fate will prove a kindlier fire than my much-honoured father. "And you, companions, one and all, and you, and you, and you, fir, " Juft pluck a little courage up, and truft in Captain Teucer. " Apollo, who's a friend of mine, this certain promife gave us, " That we another fa llow-m if s \ mould find, if we behave us. " Then fill one other bumper bright, and finifh thefe made dimes; " To-morrow we will fail again — to-night we'll drink like fifhes." * Naval critics are of opinion that " blejf'd" was not the precife word ufed by Captain Teucer on this occafion. f Vice Helen. Horace, Lib. i. Ode 9. JUST fee how white the Grampians gleam Beneath their fnowy burden, How bright the pines with hoar-froft beam, And brooks no found is heard in. Chafe we the cold with many a log, Old wine, and old-wives' ftories ; Call to the hearth the old houfe-dog, Nought heeding Whigs nor Tories. Leave to the gods the reft ; who, when They tire of wintry riot, Calm the tall cyprefs in the glen, And bid the elm be quiet. Horace , Lib. i. Ode g. ! 3 For aught beyond forbear to feek ; Life yields its own good treafure, The friends we love, health's ruddy cheek, And Mufic's brighter!: meafure, Whilft yet grey hairs are far away : Yes, now the chafe be ours, The heathery mountain-fide each day, Each eve, dance, fong, and flowers ; And as the diamond-flafh of mirth Still brighter glows, and brighter, O where, on this wide, weary earth, Beat merrier hearts, or lighter ? oO ' ^ H^ Horace, Lib. i. Ode 15. THE Shepherd, when to Gretna Green He bore the impaflloned Spartan queen Love-loft enamoured Helen, Thefe founds of woe and coming fate Heard, at the very entrance-gate, Ere yet they reached their dwelling. (Thus Jenner* fung) " Forego the prize- " Ill-omened birds and auguries " Attend that nuptial car ; " E'en now, with far prophetic ken, " Fierce ftrife I hear of wig-ged men, " And founds of horfe-hair war. Di. Jenner, of the Confillory Court. Horace, Lib. i. Ode 15, J 5 " But ye no figns of coming woe " Daunt, in deep fhades, where waters flow, " For ye 'tis meeter far . ■ ■ MISCELLANEA. Lord John Russell. (FROM A PHOTOGRAPH BY MR. ROEBUCK, House of Commons, March 1856.) " He, like the timid Fifherman, who hears the itorm ap- " proaching, and fees in the dim Horizon a cloud no bigger than " his hand, made ftraight for fhore, and fled howling inland." ct "T LLE, velut timidus nigra Pifcator in unda, Qui procul aerias videt infanire procellas, Nubemque exiguam, et torvo tremit omina coelo, Terram ululans adit, et per totum ignobile littuj- Intus agit greffus, et fete abfeondit in umbris." 46 Mifcellanea. Note. I beg to ftate that, upon reading Mr. Roebuck's Speech, I enclofed to him, by next poft, the above Latin lines, and duly received from him an admiflion that he himfelf muft have read the Latin lines fomewhere, and thus have appropriated the fimile of the " timid Fifherman " unconfcioufly. Neverthelefs, the fimile is Mr. Roebuck's own property, and not mine. —k OCL^ ,* ■ r- What might have been the Case. AT Paris, et fratres, et qui cecidere fub altis Moenibus Iliacis, illi fi denique rixae Finem Dii dederint alienum, difpare fato Egregias laudes, encomia vafta tuliffent Aonidum. Nee Tu tantum nocturnus Adulter, Argivis exofe Paris, fed martia Proles, Cui favit fortafTe Venus ; fed dextera Teucrum, Enfe minax, clypeoque gravi, et fulgentibus Armis, Nil infra Ajacem, nil poll memorandus Achillem. 9 /""\T Xt'doi, ovh\ fyXa, ovh\ "AW' ottov ttot civ utriv " Avhgzg Avrovc rrioZst!> iihbrzg, Alc^eus. LUCKNOW. ,, « '■ NOT in the Stone, nor in the length Of Baftion, lies the City's ftrength, But when, within the leaguered wall, Are Men, Men's Hearts, Men, One and all, Unfcathed by ftorm of fhot and fhell, O, Thefe are tower and citadel. ii Death of a Favourite Hunter. r*i 00 - For which piece of bad Latin the King of Terrors is anfwerable, and not I. ,, » '• 53 np ALIS A Mill in aeterno felix Vertumnus Olyi e habet ornatus, mille decenter mpo habet. Ovid. s° young Vertumnus, in th' Olympian Hall, Has ftore of neckties, and looks wel! in all. ■ — i=$&&2B&m&* — Romans, chap. 7, verses 23, 19, 24. 23. I fee another law in my members, warring againft the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of fin which is in my members. 19. For the good that I would I do not, but the evil which I would not that I do. 24. O wretched man, who fhall deliver me from the body of this death ? CONTRA legem Animas legem exultare rebellem Intra membra aliam, et rigidis me fubdere cerno Peccati laqueis : Quod vellem, infirmus et exfpes, Hoc fruftra aggredior : quod totis viribus odi, Id periturus ago. Tanti me e corpore lethi Infelicem Hominem, quae demum dextera folvet ? OJOY, whene'er, in fairy dream, Thou mirror'd art on life's dark ftream, If when each wavelet, icy cold, Is tinged with azure and with gold, Unbidden all, arifes near, From its deep font, one filent tear, It tells, ftern mefTenger of woe, Of ftorm and tempeft here below, Love's labour loft, vows idly fped, Time-treafured friendfhip feared and dead. Or, lonelier ftill, is heard between The low, foft voice of what has been. Of what has been ! aye, paft away, Both beauteous morn, and bright mid-day ; The dying rays at moments fried, Now gleam awhile, and now are fled, Till the lafl wavering, waning light Gleams wildly forth, and all is night. Is there no hope ? uprifing high In loft Judasa's lurid fky, Faintly at firft, then beaming far From Heaven to Earth, that promifed Star, High o'er the Vault of guilt and gloom, Hath mown a Land bevond the Tomb ! "" "i'liiiTv' lj ,: '\iii ~ King Christian. , * - The following is a clofe tranflation of one of the moft fpirited ballads in the whole range of Northern literature. The fea-fight which it tells of took place between the Swedes and the Danes, in the 17th Century, Niels Yuel commanding the Danes. The King of Denmark, who was prefent, created his Admiral "Baron Tordenfkjold" immediately after the engagement. KING CHRISTIAN flood by the lofty mart, In murky light ; His cannon-ftrokes fell true and faft, Till the Goth's iron helm at laft, And every hoftile fail and mail, Sunk into night. Fly, fly for fhelter, ye who can ; Who copes with Denmark's Chriftian In the fight ? 1 58 King Chrijiian. Niels Yuel heard the battle-cry, fC Now is the Day !" The blood-red flag he hoifted high, Clofed with the thronging Enemy, And louder than the waves his cry, " Now is the Day !" " Fly, hide ye from Niels Yuel's hand, " Old Denmark's Yuel who withftand "In the Fray?" North Sea, a gleam of white fails broke Thy gloomy flcy ; Then in the ftrife, the wild death-ftroke Of Foemen hurrying on, there woke, Landward, a cry, a ihout, that fhook Heaven's canopy : From Denmark flames Tordenfkjold, To Heaven commend them, e'en the bold, And fly ! King Chrijitan. 59 ,, » Thou, the Dane's path to fame and power — Dark, fhadowy wave, Shelter thine own : In that lone hour When war-clouds and the fierce ftorms lower, Proud as art thou, untaught to cower, Tempeftuous wave, And quick amid the crafh, the throe, The fight, the triumph, bear me to My grave ! — e=^ ^JjS- 7*=^- Ode to the Thames, 1857. ^LOW on, thou filthieft River, But when you meet the Sea, Mark how the fat Fifh quiver When firft they tafte of thee ; And tell them thus : " This inky Tide, " Boaft of the City, proud and free, " By twice ten thoufand ftreamlets dyed, fC Flows on, to poifon ye." But if, in fwimming thither, They little feem to care, Jufl mark how quick they wither Beneath the foul tide there ; Ode to the Thames. 61 And tell them thus, " Ye fillieft Fifh, cc Safe in fome Tandy nook might be, — " To form at leaft a pleafant difh, — " But now, you die of Me ! " --i^F^%-i — i #***- Canine Greek. IT' APA02 ifioi (pipirovvhov skzvbero, a fAccXu c/^crXog, Tovro h'syco GTivhov 'kzvKOv x,uru, arj^a, "kzovrog, dgiVKOfizvog kui gcogo(/jsvog Tuaav hoc vvztu. E.V0CC&S, &ovXo(/jevog vogt&7i>, aw ^cohzKa nhovvoig ipetTOf/jCil. — g&vtu,£> eyco pzycckoig KXv^&oigiv i^ccy^riv. R. P. K. Taglioni. -o-32><§-<>- f A RMS and the man I Ting," let Maro cry,— ± *- Ambitious theme ! — " Legs, and the Lady," I. Do thou, chafte Mufe of Choregraphic Art, Yield kindred aid, fome palling grace impart, Wave thy light Wings above my recreant pen, One pirouette give, and Jet me fketch thee then. And ye, bright Nymphs, who at the fiddle's call From pafteboard glens before the footlights fall, Loofe-zoned, thin-ankled, bounding like the Roe, From mimic rocks to paper plains below, Star-fpangled Denizens of Scenic Air, Poife your chafte limbs, and reft one inftant there. E'en as I fing, before my travelled eyes, Idalian forms, at fancy's bidding rife ; And firft to Thee, on Como's rocky fide, Self-fold in youth to Ruffian Gold and Pride, Oueen of the Dance, before whofe av/ful throne Each ftar grew pale, and left that realm thine own, A thoufand memories, Taglioni, rife ; I fee thofe flaming feet, thofe Paphian Eyes, And e'en mine own the paffing tear-drops lave To think fuch faultlefs form mould fhroud a Slave,* Slave to barbaric gold ! What hope for thee, Degenerate land, loft, widowed Italy, If thine own Daughters, brighter than the ray Which gilds thy Naples with Volcanic Day, Flefh of thy flefh, bone of thy mighty bone, Thus live difhonoured, and thus die, alone ? Time was, thou loved one, when on Arno's fhore Thy childhood ftrayed, and Spring's firft Violets bore ; * Which idea is captured from the late Lord Byron. Time was, thou loft One, when a Mother's care BlefTed that frefh cheek, fmoothed the dark, luftrous hair, Watched each young grace which, like the budding rofe, Leaf within leaf, ftill flept in calm repofe : Forefaw the triumph, yet forbore to fcan Thy woes in ftore, from the Arch-Tyrant, Man, And left that haplefs Bark to ftem the tide Where Bias funk, and Bigottini died. Then came Milano's day, the Victory came ; Uprofe the Scala with one wild acclaim, And all the manhood of that glittering fcene Waved its deep Homage to the new-born Queen. (Thefe lines are from a work on "Italian Art.") ~>fc£a*£l£^ - l =s*gg r :. -- - BACCHUS and Baccy, glorious two ! Without ye, what would mortals do On this terraqueous Ball ? The Earth would be a ftand of Ink, And, if they robbed us of our drink, The very Sky a Pall. Bright flowers are found on Britifh Soil, And England's Sons are ftrong to toil, But may they ne'er proceed To wrench from out our garnered flore The plant we love, yet more and more, Earth's balmieft gift, a Weed. — ^^Hr^^^df^^~ Excommunication Bull. i860. p ARTURIUNT Montes ; Utero gemit Italia Tellus; Exiguo majus Mure fit inde Nihil. — ?