Now too the silvery laugh, that delightfully ODE IX. TO RUBETA. PIERC'D by the sun, winter's breast is relaxing ; Waft down the stream the sloops, no longer ice-bound. Sharp-shod no more, stands the steed unblanketed; Glisten soft dews, where sparkled late the hoarfrost. Now, 'neath the light that favors love and beauty, And village maids, by shepherd swains encircled, Twine in the dance their ancles quick-glancing, The field late till'd, assort the grain for sowing. Now the coquette may encircle her forehead fair Or early flow'rs, recover'd Nature's bounty. Nunc et in umbrosis FAUNO decet Seu poscat, agna, sive malit, hædo. Pallida mors æquo pulsat pede Pauperum tabernas, Regumque turres. O beate Sexti, Vitæ summa brevis spem nos vetat Jam te premet nox, fabulæque manes, Et domus exilis Plutonia. Quo simul meâris, Nec regna vini sortiere talis, Nec tenerum Lycidan mirabere, Quo calet juventus Nunc omnis, et mox virgines tepebunt. LIB. I. 10. AD MERCURIUM. MERCURI, facunde nepos ATLANTIS, (1) At the time this parody was written, a course of lectures was advertised by the N. Y. Historical Society, one of which, by the author of the Dieffendorff Sketches, had this characteristic title (we give it precisely as it was printed): "A counterblast against Tobac Now may the belle too stir out in cities, Fearless of consumption, In chariot whirl'd, or, would she rather, walking. Levelling Death wears by turns, impartial, And Royalty's furr'd mantle rags of lazars. O divine RUBEta, To thee seasons revolving are Mentors, Already now Hell's horny-crested devils Ramp to replace thy own grim servitors. When they once shall butt thee, Thou wilt not care to lecture on Tobacco, (1) Neither will thy fancy paint fair Dieffendorffs Which, ev'n to read, makes -'s mouth to water. ODE X. TO WORDSWORTH. WORDSWORTH, somniferous son of the Muses, Co NOT in the manner of King James's." I suppose that some. body, concerned for the reputation of the Society, dissuaded the erudite wag from his intention, or that the Society itself, coming to its senses, obliged him to drop it; for the counterblast, though advertised for weeks, was never sounded. Voce formasti catus, et decora Te canam, magni Jovis et deorum Nuntium, curvæque lyræ parentem, Callidum quicquid placuit jocoso Condere furto ! Te, boves olim nisi reddidisses Quin et ATRIDAS, duce te, superbos, ILIO dives PRIAMUS relicto, Thessalosque ignes et iniqua TROJÆ Castra fefellit. Tu pias lætis animas reponis Sedibus, virgaque levem coërces Aurea turbam, superis deorum Leadest to babies, idiots, and graceful Thee will I sing, meek advocate of dulness, Thee, while a lad and perpetrating ballads, Under thy guidance, common sense abandon'd, Thou in green meadows, by the marge of streamlets, |