TO Q. H. F. SUGGESTED BY A CHAPTER IN SIR THEODORE MARTIN'S "HORACE." ("ANCIENT CLASSICS FOR ENGLISH READERS.") "HORATIUS FLACCUS, B. c. 8," There's not a doubt about the date, - As you observed, the seasons roll; Since, mourned of men and Muses nine, And that was centuries ago! You'd think we'd learned enough, I know, To help refine us, Since last you trod the Sacred Street, And tacked from mortal fear to meet Or, by your cold Digentia, set The web of winter birding-net. Ours is so far-advanced an age! Commodious villas! We boast high art, an Albert Hall, We have a thousand things, you see, And yet, how strange! Our "world," to-day, Tried in the scale, would scarce outweigh Your Roman cronies; Walk in the Park — you'll seldom fail To find a Sybaris on the rail By Lydia's ponies, Or hap on Barrus, wigged and stayed, The great Gargilius, then, behold! Fair Neobule too! Is not One Hebrus here- from Aldershot? Be wise. There old Canidia sits; No doubt she's tearing you to bits. And look, dyspeptic, brave, and kind, Terentia's skirting; Here's Pyrrha, "golden-haired" at will; Asterie flirting, Radiant, of course. We'll make her black,Ask her when Gyges' ship comes back. So with the rest. Who will may trace Defined as clearly; Science proceeds, and man stands still; As yours was, Horace! You alone, TO "LYDIA LANGUISH." "Il me faut des émotions." BLANCHE AMORY. You ask me, Lydia, “whether I, Nor shall I, though your mood endure, Except against my wishes; For I respectfully decline To dignify the Serpentine, And make hors-d'œuvres for fishes; But, if you ask me whether I Composedly can go, Without a look, without a sigh, "You are assured," you sadly say (If in this most considerate way To treat my suit your will is), That I shall "quickly find as fair Some new Neæra's tangled hair I cannot promise to be cold If smiles are kind as yours of old The homage that is Nature's debt, While man has social duties; But, if you ask shall I prefer To you I honour so, A somewhat visionary Her, I answer truly― No. You fear, you frankly add, "to find That altering Time estranges." To this I make response that we (As physiologists agree) Must have septennial changes; This is a thing beyond control, And it were best upon the whole To try and find out whether We could not, by some means, arrange This not-to-be-avoided change So as to change together: But, had you asked me to allow That you could ever grow |