II.

Boadicea.

CUM modo Romanis regina Britannica flagris
Saucia, nudato sanguinolenta sinu;

Indignata malis succumbere, nescia vinci,
Cum petiit patrios consuluitque deos ;

Præscius en patulæ quercus sub tegmine sedit
Rex Druidûm, nivea colla tegente coma.
Omnia, quæ vates accenso e pectore fudit,
Plena gravis luctus, plena furoris erant.

"O domina, imbelles si tanta injuria guttas
Elicit, et possunt nil nisi flere senes;

Est quia terrores aufert violentia luctus,
Nostraque præ nimio lingua furore silet.

Roma cadet: (tu scribe meas age sanguine voces, Sanguine, quo nostros commaculavit agros,) Spe sine detestata cadet: cito prægravis illam Par sceleri tanto, crede, ruina premet.

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Rome, for empire far renowned,
Tramples on a thousand states;
Soon her pride shall kiss the ground-
Hark! the Gaul is at her gates!

"Other Romans shall arise,

Heedless of a soldier's name;

Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize,
Harmony the path to fame.

"Then the progeny that springs

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From the forests of our land,

Armed with thunder, clad with wings, Shall a wider world command.

Regions Cæsar never knew

Thy posterity shall sway;

Where his eagles never flew,
None invincible as they."

Such the bard's prophetic words,
Pregnant with celestial fire,
Bending as he swept the chords

Of his sweet but awful lyre.

"Roma potens opibus, terræ caput, inclyta bellis, Sub pede nunc populos mille superba terit: At cadet ingenti mox strata in pulvere lapsu, Moenia jam victor barbarus ecce! petit.

"Succrescet Romæ soboles indigna parentum, Non erit in pretio miles, ut ante, suo; Præmia tum famæ numeri, non arma, merebunt, Solaque degenerum gloria carmen erit.

"Sed genus acre virum, sylvis innata propago, Protinus in nostris exorietur agris; Fulminibusque potens, alasque induta nitentes, Imperio terras nobiliore reget.

"Tum nova, Cæsareis ignota cohortibus, arva
Dicentur sobolis splendida regna tuæ :
Illa plagas, aquilæ quas non tetigere superbæ,
Gestiet invicta præripuisse manu."

Talia grandævus vates: dum præscia fati
Pectora divino fervidus igne tumet,

Pronus et in chordas plusquam mortale sonantes
Excitat arguto pollice dulce melos.

She, with all a monarch's pride,
Felt them in her bosom glow;
Rushed to battle, fought, and died;
Dying hurled them at her foe.

Heaven awards the vengeance due;

Empire is on us bestowed,

Shame and ruin wait on you."

Cowper.

III.

The Course of Time.

E'EN such is Time, which takes in trust

Our youth, our joys, and all we have,
And pays us nought but age and dust,

Which in the dark and silent grave,

When we have wandered all our ways,

Shuts up the fable of our days;

And from which earth, and grave, and dust,

The Lord will raise me up I trust.

Sir Walter Raleigh.

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Percita magnanimo fastu regina calescit,

Sentit et ardentem verba movere sinum;

Arma capit, pugnat, moritur: morituraque in hostem Projicit indomitas, vate docente, minas.

Ergo, vana tumens, misereri nescia, Roma,
Dii referunt sceleris præmia digna tui.
Nobis sorte datum mundi ditione potiri,

Vos manet opprobrium, vos mala mille pati.”

II. II.

III.

Resurgam.

CURRUNT tempora, mutuasque nobis

Sumunt delicias, jocos, juventam,

Dein rugas modo pulveremque pendunt,

Queis meta variæ viæ reperta

Vitæ fabula tristis in sepulcro

Surdo clauditur et tenebricoso.
Ex quo pulvere rursus et sepulcro
Me, spero, Deus ipse mo.: reducet.

G. S.