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which Pan constructed his wonderful pipe, and "discourse most excellent music."

We have enjoyed the solace of their tones, and are anxious that or readers should partake of the gratification.

"The Old Gentleman of Tobago," in the Grecian pall ium, shall ake the salutatory:

“ Γεζων τις, οικῶν τους Τοβαγῶους μυχους
Εδειπνοποιεί όαγινην δηρὸν τροφήν.
Τέλος δ' ΐατρος είπε, χαρμονήν κλύειν,
Φάγοις ἂν ἤδη προβατον ὦ μακαρ γερον.

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-J. W. Donaldson, Fellow of Trinity College.

THE OLD GENTLEMEN OF TOBAGO.

"There was an old man of Tobago,
Who lived on rice-gruel and sago;
'Till, much to his bliss,

His physician said this,

To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go."

-Gammer Gurton.

The veritable "Jack Horner," in a Latin dress, the handiwork of F. Hodgson, S. T. B., will next make his appearance:

"Angulus in camera quam conspicis ille tenebat
Jampridem Hornerum purrile ætate sedentem;
Atque ibi signarent cum saturnalia brumam,
Ornarentque omnes bellaria mystica mensas,
Parvus Joannes sacratum et dulce comedit
Artocreas, simplexque legens sibi police prunum
Aiebat placide,-Puerorum en optimus ipse!'"

LITTLE JACK HORNER.

"Little Jack Horner sat in a corner

Eating a Christmas pie,

He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum,

And cried what a good boy am I !'"'

-Gammer Gurton.

Next follows, in a Greek dress, "The man of Thessaly," before whose fame that of the " great oculist," Dr. Williams, grows pale. The version is by Bishop Butler:

VIR THESSALICUS.

«Εξ ου τυχόντων Θετταλος τις ην ανήρ,
"Ος εργον επεχείρηδε τλημονεοτατον.
Ακανθοχηνοκοκκοβατον εισήλατο,

Διοσας τ' ανεξώρυξεν οφθαλμῶν κορας.
Ως ουν τα πραγεντ' εβλεπεν τυφλός γεγῶς
Ου μην υπεπτγξ' ουδεν, αλλ' ευκαρδίως
Βατον τιν' άλλην γλατ' εις ακανθίνην,
Και τουδ' εγενετ' εξαύθις εκ τυφλου βλεπῶν.

THE MAN OF THESSALY.

"There was a man of Thessaly and he was wond'rous wise;

He jumped into a quickset hedge and scratched out both his eyes;
And when he saw his eyes were out, with all his might and main,
He jumped into another hedge and scratched them in again."

We will close our notice of the Arundines Cami, with a Greek rendering of the popular melody "Sing a Song of Sixpence," by Edward C. Hawtrey, S.T.P.:

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« Αισμα νυν τετωβολαίων, αδετ' ανδσες δημόται,

Καννάβου τις εστ' εν οικῶ θυλακος ρεων πλεῶς.
Κοσσυφων δε κριβανιτών τετραδι εξ εν πεμματι
Πεμμα δ' ως ηνοιξε δαιτρος, ως ευελψαν κοσσυφοι
Ου τοδ' ην εδεσμα δείπνοις τοις τυραννικούς πρεπον ;
Εν τρικλινίω τυραννος κολλυβιστες ερετο,
Ερετ' αναβάδην τυραννη γ' αρτον ηδε και μελι
Ησθιεν χαρη δ' εν αυλαιε ερζεμασε τα βυσσινα
Νηπια· τεγους γαρ ευθύ στρονθιον καθελμενον
Ειτα ρινα της ταλαίνης ωχετ εν ρυγχῶ φεζον.”

SONG.

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye,
Four-and-twenty blackbirds baked in a pie;
When the pie was opened the birds began to sing,
Was not that a dainty dish to set before the king?

The king was in the parlor, counting out his money;
The queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden, hanging out clothes,
Down came a blackbird and nipped off her nose.

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There are ancient swans on the banks of the Clyde, as well as the Cam; and they are disposed to permit others than the inhabitants of Edina, to listen to their notes. The first strain shall be an earnest of the beauty of what is to follow :

PUELLA.

"O terræ puella
Auricoma, bella
Mens puraque et ora
Te vetant decora
Incolere tribus
Mortalium, quibus
Sunt verba favoris
At corda rigoris
Nobiscum vagare,
Fit domus in aere
O terræ puella
Auricoma bella!
Sis pars chorearum

Cum summa nympharum
In nocte æstiva
Sub Cynthia viva
Dum musica tales
Dat sonitus quales,

Non quisquam audivit

Sub sole qui vivit.”

YOUNG LADY.
"Child of earth

With the golden hair,
Thy soul is too pure
And thy face too fair
To dwell with creatures
Of mortal mould,
Whose lips are warm
As their hearts are cold
Roam! roam!

To our fairy home,
Child of earth

With the golden hair!
Thou shalt dance

With the Fairy Queen
Of summer nights

On the moonlit green,
To music murmuring
Sweeter far

Than ever was heard
'Neath the morning star!"

The next is the Rose of Waller, tolerably well executed, but not

so good as the English original:

"ROSA.

I, rosa, purpurei flos jocundissemi prati,
Dic cui labe pari tempora meque terit
Illius laudes tecum persæpe paranti

Quam pulchra et dulcis visa sit illa mihi.
Dic cui flore datur primo gaudere juventæ,
Gratia quæ vero ne videatur avet;
Nescia forte virum si te genuisset eremus
Mortem tu laudis nescia passe fores.

Nil valet omnino lucem male passa venustas.
In lucem veniat protenus illa, jubo.
Quam petit omnis amor virgo patiatur amorem
Nec cum miretur, quis stet in ore rubor.
Tum morere, ut rerum videat communia fata
Rararum, fato conscia facta tuo.

Parte frui fas est quam parua temporis illis
Queis tantum veneris tantaque forma datur."

Go lovely Rose,

"THE

ROSE,'

Tell her, that wastes her time and me
That now she knows,

When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Tell her that's young,

And shuns to have her beauties spied,
That hadst thou sprung

In valleys, where no men abide.
Thou might'st have uncommended died

Small is the worth

Of beauty from the light retired,
Bid her come forth,

Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired;

Then die; that she,

The common fate of all things rare,
May read in thee

How small a part of time they share
That are so wond'rous bright and fair.'

The following is a fine version of the admired Anacreonic, "The glasses sparkle on the board:"

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Editorial Department.

EDITORIAL NOTES.

CHRISTMAS is coming! We send a hearty greeting to our readers; and not only this, but we also send the December number of our Monthly. May it find a prominent place among the gifts of friends and the novelties and amusements of the "holidays."

"December winds" have already commenced to sport with De. cember snow, and frigid North blows his cold breath upon us. Our Campus has been already laid to rest beneath Nature's mantle of white, and the beautiful closely shaven verdure, that, a few months ago, covered our graceful terraces, has been nipped in death, to revive in the early Spring rains refreshed by its long repose. The tender student wraps his garments closely about him, and hurries over the Campus to seek protection from the chilling winds. The shy rabbit puts his dainty feet upon the snow, and mingles his tracks with those of our somewhat less shy Freshmen.

and separate,

Soon, we shall bid adieu to books for a short season, each to his home, to gladden the hearts of father and mother, brother and sister, and enjoy again the sweets and pleasures of domestic life, of which the student is so much deprived. Many shall be the testimonies of esteem we shall meet with in our respective neighborhoods. Yes, our respective neighborhoods! What a thought is here for meditation; how various are the scenes we shall witness at our respective homes! Some of us shall enter humble country houses, and, in the simple interests there, find intense delight, where others could not find even contentment. Others of us shall visit beautiful dwellings, and finely furnished apartments, but al

hall be thrilled with the same delight and taste the same sweets. There is a common finger that touches the same chord of sympathy and interest in each. It is not wealth, it is not luxury, it is something infinitely higher than these; it is the tender association, the presence of those whom we have learned to love and respect, the social reminescences that have become constituent of our nature, that give us joy and sink all else into the depths of insignificance.

THANKSGIVING is once more past and gone. The recollections of it are fresh in the memory. No holiday has associated with it a more beautiful idea than this, none offers so rich and appropriate a field for contemplation. It is, indeed, a beautiful spectacle, that of an entire mighty people with crowded barns and overflowing bins, the products of a bountiful land, yielded under the blessing of Providence and through the instrumentality of industry, rendering thanks to God for his blessing.

The parching drought and the pestilential famine escaped; the rigors of wintry winds and snows approaching; all contribute to make the heart warm and devout.

Christmas has its interests peculiar to the Christian as the birthday of the Great Founder of the religion we profess; New Year has a touch of pleasant solemnity, reminding us of the rapid flight of years and the fast completing journey of life, but these do not so intensely touch the common heart of humanity. No thoughtful person, scarcely excepting even the Atheist, can avoid the feeling of thankfulness for the bounties of rich harvests and abundant stores.

THERE seems to be a general cry for gymnasia among our less favored colleges. What means this demand for physical training? What will be the result of it? We little realize, in our haste to acquire knowledge and improve the mind, the great necessity of physical training. That nation that has muscle, though the days of necessity for physical strength have given place to those of skill, has an enviable power. Mens sana in corpore sano should be the motto of every institution in the land. And not only should our institutions offer opportunity for the realization of the principles of this motto, but college trustees and faculties should see that it is realized. If we may be allowed to suggest the means of successfully accomplishing this, we say let it be done by offering such inducements for attendance and effort in the gymnasium as are offered in the class-room. How soon will Lafayette have a gymnasium?

IT is singular that a town like Easton, with industrious, enterprising and intelligent citizens, and with many first-class schools, and, not only this, but with a college in its midst, should be satis

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