From SHIRLEY.

The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things,
There is no armour against fate,
Death lays his icy hand on kings]:
Sceptre and crown

Must tumble down,

And in the dust be equal made

With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

The garlands wither on your brow,
Then boast no more your mighty deeds,
Upon death's purple altar now,

See where the victor-victim bleeds!

Your heads must come

To the cold tomb,

Only the actions of the just

Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.

Idem Latine Redditum.

Avita pompa, ut umbra, marcet,
Fugaxve somnium; nec arcet
Tyrannus ense tela Fati;
Ducesque mortis enecati

Tacent gelante vi; coronæ
Cadunt jacentve cum ligone,.
Eburque, vilius bipenni,

Putrescit in situ perenni.

Fluunt, tyranne, fronte flores;

Crepare desinas honores,

Litande victor! appararis
Rubentibus necandus aris,
Rapina mortis. Obsolescunt
Jacentis ossa; quin virescunt
Viri canenda facta justi
Odora fœditate busti.

SERENADE.

From Lockhart's Spanish Ballads.

While my lady sleepeth,

The dark blue heaven is bright, Soft the moon-beam creepeth

Round her bower all night.
Thou gentle, gentle breeze!
While my lady slumbers,
Waft lightly through the trees,
Echoes of my numbers,
Her dreaming ear to please.

Should ye, breathing numbers,

That for her I weave, Should ye break her slumbers, All my soul would grieve; Rise on the gentle breeze,

And gain her lattice height,

O'er yon poplar trees,—

But be your echoes light, As hum of distant bees.

All the stars are glowing
In the gorgeous sky,
In the stream scarce flowing
Mimic lustres lie.

Blow, gentle, gentle breeze!

And bring no cloud to hide Their dear resplendencies

Nor chase from Zara's side, Dreams bright, and pure as these.

Idem Latine Redditum. AD THESTYLIN. Tu dormis, mea Thestylis, Dum lucet polus, et leves Huc et huc radios amat Luna fundere, qui tuo

Lecto obrepere gaudent;

Lenis, lenis ades mihi, et
Quà jacet domina, excubes,
Aura, et, sub folia advolans

Inter somnia tu meos

Cantus defer in aurem.

Sin vos, o numeri mei,
Quos connectere virgini
Spiritus vigil incipit,
Lædatis requiem sacram,
Totâ mente dolebo.

Vos agente Favonio,
Populos super arduas,

Surgite ad thalami fores,

Sed, ceu murmur apum procul

Ferventum, resonetis.

Ecce! ut omnia fulgeant
Astra in æthere purpureo,
Ut trementia luminum

Cœrulis remorantibus

Fingantur simulachra !

Aura! tu sine nubilis

Lenis, ah! cave ne fuges

Risus noctis amabiles,

Neu casta et rosea invide

Somni visa puellæ.

EPITAPHIUM IN INFANTIS TUMULO.

Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care,
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.

Idem Latine Redditum.

Ante malum parvos quam tabe notaverat artus,
Aut poterat forman diminuisse dolor,
Mors teneram eripuit: cœlique sub alta repostam
Atria maturum jussit habere decus.

ANOTHER ON THE SAME.

Scarce to her lips the cup of life she pressed,
Found the taste bitter, and declined the rest;
Averse then turning from the light of day,
She gently breathed her virgin soul away.

Idem Latine Redditum.

Vix adeo gustans potuit cognoscere vitam;
Pocula quum teneris rejicit atra labris:
Inde parum gratæ lucem aversata diei,

Leniter e fragili pectore vita fugit.

TAU.

THE

ETON BUREAU.

No. VI.

ON THE ANTIQUARIAN SPIRIT.

How profitless the relics that we cull,
Troubling the last holds of ambitious Rome,
Unless they chasten fancies that presume
Too high, or idle agitations lull!

W. WORDSWORTH.

Antiquities to an Eton ear suggest in a moment Potter and Adams. These staid and severe books are not very popular amongst us, for they wear about them the dogs'ears of cramming, and they are bound in the sheep-skin of necessity. They contain a great deal of condensed task-work, such as must be dry and unattractive, though printed ever so nicely, or even hasped into lady-like duodecimos, like that translation from Dr. Hase, which rumour ascribes to "Minerva Barbata." A new era,

perhaps, has commenced with the dissemination of that comely volume about the Greeks and Romans, which has been written by all the world for the honour of London University. In such a form, one may hope, the customs of the great dead nations may take a pleasanter aspect. At the utmost, however, I imagine, no one is likely to become extravagantly fond of such dissertations-youthful zeal in that line will be easy to regulate, pedantry

Q