Τῶνδ ̓ ὄνησιν εὔχομαι.

E circum Pax alma volet, quocumque vageris,
unum eat aestivum vita imitata diem;

quidquid et in votis fuerit tibi, amabile quidquid, adveniat, laetas concelebretque vias.

quod si forte dolor placidum maculaverit aevum,
splendet ut ex verno gratior imbre dies,
non aliter lacrimis fuga maturetur, ut ipsos
plenior in risus accumuletur honos.
quae nihil obducta non vi robiginis aetas

proruit, inque dies singula nostra rapit,
te super invisos tam leniter ingerat annos
innocuum ut teneris floribus addat onus.
dum medius noctis patiens mediusque diei
quod semel instituit volvitur orbis iter,
a precor illa tuo tantum versetur in ore
quae pars assiduis solibus aucta nitet.

Speluncae vivique Lacus.

W. G. C.

AMQUE viatori sublucet semita nusquam,
vallis inaccessos explicitura sinus,

ni queat, arte regens vestigia lubrica, pronum et procul impendens exsuperare iugum. praebet opem scalasque tenax radice genista; fertque suum corylus lenta ministerium. mox apicem aërium nanctus de vertice summo prospexit rutilum sole cadente lacum, qua Katrina palus, velut aurea bractea, late lucida purpureis porrigeretur aquis;

quam longa et scopulos et procurrentia in undas litora curvaret dividuosque sinus;

quaeque reniderent terrae, mediisque micantes narent, splendidius qua iubar esset, aquis; quique loco starent montes, ceu turma gigantum, custodes magicae praesidiumque plagae.

T. S. E.

The Mariners of England.

E Mariners of England,

who guard our native seas,

whose flag has braved a thousand years

the battle and the breeze,

your glorious standard launch again

to meet another foe,

and sweep through the deep,

while the stormy winds do blow, while the battle rages loud and long, and the stormy winds do blow.

The spirits of your fathers

shall start from every wave;

for the deck it was their field of fame,
and ocean was their grave:
where Blake and mighty Nelson fell,
your manly breasts shall glow,

as ye sweep through the deep,
while the stormy winds do blow,
while the battle &c.

Britannia needs no bulwark,

no towers along the steep;

her march is o'er the mountain waves, her home is on the deep.

with thunders from her native oak

she quells the floods below,

as they roar on the shore,

when the stormy winds do blow, when the battle &c.

The meteor-flag of England shall yet terrific burn,

till danger's troubled night depart, and the star of peace return.

then, then, ye ocean warriors, our song and feast shall flow

Viri turritis puppibus instant.

UTELA, nautae, litoris Anglici,
si vestra Martem classis et Aeolum
iam mille contempsit per annos,
ite novis reparate bellis

vexilla priscae conscia gloriae:
ite ite, pontum verrite, qua graves
inter procellarum tumultus

longa ferae tonat ira pugnae.

vobis avorum subsilient pii manes ab undis omnibus exciti,

quos morte pro transtris honesta nobile promeritos sepulcrum suscepit ingenti oceanus sinu. ut mox nepotum corda virilia per marmor ardescent euntum, Fuscus ubi ceciditque in armis magnum duelli fulmen Horatius! tutanda nulla turre Britannia murosque dedignans et alto ceu proprio dominata ruri audax aquarum montibus inprobis insultat. ilex feta tonitribus nativa tempestatis iram

litoribus domat infrementem qua mixta ventis proelia saeviunt. sic usque diris sidus uti minis insigne flagrabit Britannum,

dum fugiat mala noctis umbra pacisque felix stella refulgeat. tum rite, pugnax oceani genus, vestros honorabunt triumphos carminibus dapibusque cives,

to the fame of your name,

when the storm has ceased to blow, when the fiery fight is heard no more. and the storm has ceased to blow.

CAMPBELL.

Thy Days are done.

HY days are done, thy fame begun ;
thy country's strains record
the triumphs of her chosen son,
the slaughters of his sword;

the deeds he did, the fields he won,

the freedom he restored.

Though thou art fallen, while we are frec,
thou shalt not taste of death;

the generous blood that flowed from thee
disdained to sink beneath:
within our veins its currents be,

thy spirit on our breath.

Thy name, our charging hosts along, shall be the battle-word;

thy fall, the theme of choral song

from virgin voices poured.

to weep

would do thy glory wrong; thou shalt not be deplored.

LORD BYRON.

On the Cenotaph of Charles George Gordon.

ARRIOR of God, man's friend, not laid below,

but somewhere dead far in the waste Soudan, thou livest in all hearts, for all men know that earth has borne no simpler nobler man.

LORD TENNYSON.

vestrae dabuntur pocula gloriae,
cum flare lassi desierint Noti,
Martisque cessarint procellae
sollicitas agitare gentes.

K.

Tu decus omne tuis.

UX cecidit vitae; famae tibi nascitur astrum; patria te grato carmine rite colit,

scilicet eximiae subolis cantare triumphos sedula; quot proprio straverit ense viros, quas tulerit bello laurus, quo victor ab hoste reddiderit populo libera iura suo.

tu cadis; at, dum nos libertas alma tuetur,
impia nil in te funera iuris habent.
qui tibi profluxit generosus corpore sanguis
ire sub indignum non tulit ille solum:
di faciant nostras ditent ea flumina venas
vivat et in nostro spiritus ore tuus.

sicubi Mars patrius saevum procurret in hostem,
sola tuum pugnae tessera nomen erit:
nostra decus tanti celebrabunt carmina leti,
carmina virgineis rite sonanda choris.

magne, tuae fletus essent iniuria famae: questibus haud nostris dedecorande, vale.

K.

Impavidum feriunt ruinae.

ROQUE Deo pugnax hominique o nate tuendo, te procul hinc Arabum tristis harena tegit: vivis amore tamen memori; nil gentibus aetas ulla magis simplex magnanimumque dedit.

H. W. M.