"O FONS BANDUSIE.”

BABBLING Spring, than glass more clear, Worthy of wreath and cup sincere, To-morrow shall a kid be thine

With swelled and sprouting brows for sign, Sure sign of loves and battles near.

Child of the race that butt and rear!
Not less, alas! his life-blood dear
Must tinge thy cold wave crystalline,
O babbling Spring!

Thee Sirius knows not. Thou dost cheer
With pleasant cool the plough-worn steer,-
The wandering flock. This verse of mine
Will rank thee one with founts divine;
Men shall thy rock and tree revere,
O babbling Spring!

"EXTREMUM TANAIN."

(To J. K.)

BEFORE thy doors too long of late,

O Lyce, I bewail my fate;

Not Don's barbarian maids, I trow,
Would treat their luckless lovers so;
Thou,
- thou alone art obstinate.

Hast thou nor eyes nor ears, Ingrate!

Hark! how the NORTH WIND shakes thy gate! Look! how the laurels bend with snow

Before thy doors!

Lay by thy pride,

nor hesitate,

Lest Love and I grow desperate;

If prayers, if gifts for naught must go, If naught my frozen pallor show,Beware! . . I shall not always wait Before thy doors!

WE

"VIXI PUELLIS.”

E loved of yore, in warfare bold, Nor laurelless. Now all must go; Let this left wall of Venus show

The arms, the tuneless lyre of old.

Here let them hang, the torches cold,
The portal-bursting bar, the bow,
We loved of yore.

But thou, who Cyprus sweet dost hold, And Memphis free from Thracian snow, Goddess and queen, with vengeful blow,

Smite, smite but once that

scold

pretty We loved of yore!

"WHEN I SAW YOU LAST, ROSE."

WHEN I saw you last, Rose,

WHEN

You were only so high;

How fast the time goes!

Like a bud ere it blows,

You just peeped at the sky,
When I saw you last, Rose!

Now your petals unclose,
Now your May-time is nigh;-
How fast the time goes!

Is it Cupid? Who knows! Yet you used not to sigh, When I saw you last, Rose; How fast the time goes!