THE BUTTERFLY.

As rising on its purple wing
The insect-queen of eastern spring,
O'er emerald meadows of Kashmeer
Invites the young pursuer near,
And leads him on from flower to flower
A weary chase and wasted hour,

Then leaves him, as it soars on high,
With panting heart and tearful eye:
So Beauty lures the full-grown child,
With hue as bright, and wing as wild;
A chase of idle hopes and fears,
Begun in folly, closed in tears,

If won, to equal ills betray'd,

Woe waits the insect and the maid;
A life of pain, the loss of peace,

From infant's play and man's caprice:

"Neque enim levia aut ludicra petuntur."

PENNIS ut ostro tollitur æmulis

Quæ ver Eoüm papilio regit,
Per gramen invitans smaragdo

Lucidius puerum sequacem;
Vel has vel illas detinet ad rosas
Fessum vagandi, nec bene prodigum
Horæ; relinquens dein anhelo

Ore, genis, abit ales, udis:

Per spes adultum sic puerum rapit
Metusque vanos, sic vario nitens

Splendore, sic pennata, virgo;

Cœpta miser flet inepta sero.

Vincas :-ad unum virgine prodita

Vermique fatum, par superest dolor
Utrique; seu lascivus infans,

Sive virum dederit libido

The lovely toy so fiercely sought
Hath lost its charm by being caught,
For every touch that woo'd its stay
Hath brush'd its brightest hues away,
Till charm, and hue, and beauty gone
'Tis left to fly or fall alone.

BYRON.

Vitam inquietam, ac mille gravem malis.

Sectamur acres dulcia: quæ simul

Prensaris, amisere formam;

Suasor enim digitus morarum

Sensim colores proterit aureos;
Donec recessit forma, color, venus:

Te deinde securo, volarint

Seu jaceant viduata campo.

GLENIFFER.

KEEN blaws the wind o'er the braes o' Gleniffer, The auld castle turrets are cover'd wi' snaw, How changed frae the time when I met wi' my lover, Amang the broom bushes by Stanley green shaw. The wild flowers o' simmer were spread a' sae bonnie,

The mavis sang sweet frae the green birken tree; But far to the camp they ha'e march'd my dear Johnnie,

And now it is winter wi' nature and me.

Then ilk thing around us was blythesome and cheerie,

Then ilk thing around us was bonnie and braw; Now naething is heard but the wind whistling drearie,

And naething is seen but the wide-spreading snaw.