Jamque Vale.

Aetas si nivibus mihi
Nondum tempora vestiit,
Nec rugas arat in mea
Fronte dura senectus:
At me cura nigro terit
Dente; vita tremit, labat,
Et moratur adhuc, neqve
Profutura moratur.

Qvi te nunc oculi vident
Claritate vacant sua,

Qvaeqve brachia te premunt

Manca viribus arent;

Et sodalitium vetus

Siccos deseruit cados;

Tuqve iam fugiens rapis

Omnia, omnia tecum.

Ortam luce hilari diem
Fletu sors mala polluit,
Et procella virilibus

Incidit gravis annis:

Sed prope est mihi terminus

Tristis et dubiae viae:

Lassa, debilis incipit

Mens avere qvietem.

Tu placebis adhuc, mea Qvom mors lumina clauserit;

Tu beabere solibus

Non mihi redituris.

And hearts shall adore thee,
And bend at thy shrine;
But none bow before thee

So truly as mine.

SOUTHEY.

Jephtha's Daughter.

Since our country, our God, O my sire,
Demand that thy daughter expire;

Since thy triumph was bought by thy vow,-
Strike the bosom that's bared for thee now!

And the voice of my mourning is o'er,
And the mountains behold me no more:
If the hand that I love lay me low,
There cannot be pain in the blow!

And of this, O my father, be sure,-
That the blood of thy child is as pure
As the blessing I beg ere it flow,

And the last thought that soothes me below.

When the virgins of Salem lament,
Be the judge and the hero unbent!
I have won the great battle for thee,
And my father and country are free!

When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd,
When the voice that thou lovest is hush'd,
Let my memory still be thy pride,

And forget not I smiled as I died!

BYRON.

Mile te prece pectora
Submissoqve colant genu,
Nemo quanto ego, nemo te
Proseqvetur amore.

K.

Jephthae Filia.

Qvom patria, O genitor, qvom postulet ipse Jehova
Tingat ut Isacios nata cruore focos;
Qvom fuerit clari votum tibi caussa triumphi,
Percute nudatum iam, pater, ense sinum.
Tristis io nostrae vox est finita querelae;
Vos patrii tandem saxa valete soli.

Si mihi cara feret generosam dextera mortem,
Qvid nimii vulnus tale doloris habet?
Hoc tibi pro certo stet in ima mente repostum:
Qvod mihi tam purus corpore sangvis inest,
Qvam mens, in leto qvae me solatur, et istae

Qvas loqvor extremas iam moritura preces.
Ergo alii pro me lugubria carmina fundant,

Carmina virgineis ingeminanda choris :
Tu, pater, immotus iudex herosqve maneto;
Non ego sum lacrumis dedecoranda tuis,
Per qvam clara tuas ornat victoria turmas,

Frangit et indignum terra paterna iugum.
Qvom vitam abstuleris, qvam tu, pater, ipse dedisti,
Et mea sub gelida lingva tacebit humo;
Tunc, cedo, cum fastu nostrum reminiscere fatum,
Dicar et interitu laeta fuisse meo.

H

G. J. K.

Matrimonial Jars.

W. Husband, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, sir;
Though I am your wedded wife,
I am not your slave, sir.

H. One of two must still obey,
Nancy, Nancy;

Is it man or woman? say,
My spouse Nancy.

W. If 'tis still the lordly word,
Service and obedience,

I'll desert my sovereign lord;
And so good by'e, allegiance.

H. Sad will I be so bereft,
Nancy, Nancy;

Yet I'll try to make a shift,
My spouse Nancy.

W. My poor heart then break it must,
My last hour I'm near it;
When you lay me in the dust,
Think how you will bear it.

H. I will hope and trust in heaven,
Nancy, Nancy;

Strength to bear it will be given,
My spouse Nancy.

W. Well, sir, from the silent dead
Still I'll try to daunt you;