V. Ho sees, that this great roundabout, The world, with all its motloy rout,

Church, army, physick, law, Its customs, and its businesses, Is no concern at all of his, And says—what says he ?-Caw.

VI. Thrice happy bird ! I too have seen Much of the vanities of men;

And, sick of having seen 'em, Would cheerfully these limbs resign For such a pair of wings as thine,

And such a head between 'em.

AD GRILLUM

ANACREONTICUM.

BY VINCENT BOURNX.

O QUI meæ culinæ
Argutulus choraules,
Et hospes es canorus,
Quacunque commororis
Felicitatis omen ;
Jucundiore cantu
Siquando mo salutes,
Et ipse te rependam,
Et ipsc, qua valebo,
Remunerabo musa.

II.
Diceris innocensque
Et gratus inquilinus ;
Nec yictitans rapinis,
Ut sorices voraces,
Muresve curiosi,
Furumque delicatum
Vulgus domesticorum;
Sed tutus in camini
Recessibus, quiete
Contentus et calore.

III.
Beatior Cicada,
Quæ te referro forma,
Quæ voce te videtur ;
Et saltitans per herbas,
Unius, haud secundæ,
Æstatis est chorista ;
Tu carmen integratum,
Reponis. ad Decembrem,
Lætus per universum
Incontinenter annum.

IV. Te nulla lux relinquit, Te nulla nox revisit, Non musice vacantem, Curisve non solutum : Quin amplies canendo, Quin amplies fruendo, Ætatulam, vel omni, Quam nos homuncionom Absumimus qucrendo, Ætate longiorom.

III. THE CRICKET.

TRANSLATION OF THE FOREGOING.

I.
LITTLE inmate, full of mirth,
Chirping on my kitchen hearth,
Wheresoe'er be thine abodo,
Always harbinger of good,
Pay me for thy warm retreat
With a song moro soft and sweet ·
In return thou shalt receive
Such a strain as I can give.

II.
Thus thy praise shall be expressid,
Inoffensive, welcome guest !
While the rat is on the scout,
And the mouse with curious anout,
With what vermin else infest
Ev'ry disli, and spoil the best ;
Frisking thus before the fire,
Thou hast all thine heart's desire.

III.
Though in voice and shape they be
Form'd as if akin to thec,
Thou' surpassest, happier far,
Happiest grasshoppers that are ;
Theirs is but a summer's song.
Thine endures the winter lon'!;
Unimpair'd, and shrill and clear,
Melody thronghout the year

IV.
Neither night, nor dawn of day,
Puts a period to thy play ;
Sing then-and extend thy span
Far beyond the date of man.
Wretched man whose years are spent
In repining discontent,
Lives not, aged though he be,
Half a span compar'd with theo.

SIMILE AGIT IN SIMILE

BY VINCENT BOURNE.

CRISTATUS, pictisque ad Thaida Psittacus alis,

Missus ab Eoð munus amante venit. Ancillis mandat primam formare loquelam,

Archididascaliæ dat sibi Thais opus.
Psittace, ait Thais, fingitque sonantia molle

Basia, quæ docilis molle refingit avis.
Jam captat, jam dimidiat tyrunculis ; et jam

Integrat auditos articulatque sonos.
Psittace mi pulcher pulchelle, hera dicit alumno;

Psittace mi pulcher, reddit alumnus here. Jamque canit, ridet, deciesque ægrotat in hora,

Et vocat ancillas nomine quamque suo. Multaque scurratur mendax, et multa jocatur,

Et lepido populuin detinet augurio. Nunc tremulum illudet fratrem, qui suspicit, et Pol

Carnalis, quisquis te docet, inquit, homo est ; Argutæ nunc stridet anus argutulus instar;

Respicit, et nebulo es, quisquis es, inquit anus. Quando fuit melior tyro, meliorve magistra!

Quando duo ingeniis tam coiere pares' Ardua discenti nulliz est, res nulla docenii

Ardua ; cum doceat femina, discat avis

II.
Ad speculum ornabat nitidos Euphelia crines,

Cum dixit mea lux, heus, cane, sumé lyram.
Namque lyram juxta positam cum carmine vidit
Suave quidein carmen dulcisonamque lyram.

III.
Fila lyræ vocemque paro, suspiria surgunt,

Et miscent numeris murmura mæsta meis
Dumque tuve memoro laudes, Euphelia, formæ,
Tota anima interea pendet ab ore Chloer

IV.
Sabrubet illa pudore, et contrahit altera frontem

Me torquet mea mens conscia, psallo, tremo ;
Atque Cupidinca, dixit Dea cinctu corona,

Heu ! fallendi artem quam didicere parum.

THE DIVERTING HISTORY

OF

JOHN GILPIN ;

Showing how he went further than he intended, and

came safe home again.

JOHN GILPIN was a citizen

Of credit and renown,
A trainband captain eko was he

Of famous London town.

John Gilpın's spouse said to her dear,

Though wedded we havo bcen
These twice ten tedious years, yet we

No holy-day have seen.