THE HAWARDEN HORACE.

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Will. When in the golden days of yore Thy favour I enjoyed (Though purely Scottish to the core), My bliss was unalloyed : Proud of a love that jealous fate . Methought could never mar, I envied not the high estate Of Kaiser or of Czar.

Brit. So long, sweet William, as I reigned Unrivalled in thy breast, Ere blarneying Hibernia gained The throne I erst possessed Proud of thy genius and thy love, I candidly confess I ranked Victoria's realm above The realm of good Queen Bees.

Will. Me now Hibernia holds in thrall,

My crowniess harpy Queen 1 With her I chant in Tara's Hall " The Wearing of the Green." For her dear sake I'd rant and rail At every institution, Although such conduct should entail A sudden dissolution.

Brit. Me Cecil fires with mutual flame,

My masterful Marquis !

I love him for his noble name, His ancient pedigree.

Two dissolutions in two years For him I'd undergo,

Provided that the House of Peers Escaped an overthrow.

III.

Hor. Donee gratus cram tibi, Nee quisquam potior brachia candidae

Cervici juvenis dabat, Persarum vigui rage beatior.

Lyd. Donee non alio, magic: Arsisti, neque erat Lydia post Chloen, Multi Lydia nominis Romana vigui clarior Ilia.

Her. Mc 'lune Thressa Chloiregit Dulces doeta modos et citharae scions,

Pro qua non metuam mori, Si percent animae fate superstiti.

Lyd. Me terra face inutua Thurini Calais filitte Ornyti, Pro quo his patiar mori, Si parcent Duero fats, superstiti.

Will. Suppose the old familiar fire Afresh within me burned ?

Suppose the lady and her lyre In weariness I spurned P

What if I bowed my Irish bride Politely to the door,

And swore unswervingly to bide With thee for evermore ?

Brit. Though fairer than the Star were he,

Than Hottentot thou sabler, More flighty than Mid-Cork's M.P., Than Channel chops unsta- bier ; With thee as guardian of my race Life's bliss anew would bloom, With thee unfalteringly I'd face The deadly ding of doom.

Hor. Quid, si prise,a redit Venus, Diductosque jugo cogit aiineo Si flava excutitur Chloe, Rejectaeque patet jeans, Ly-

diae ?

Lyd. Quanquam sidere pulchrior Ille est, to levior cortice et int- probo

Imoundior Hadria, Teoum vivere amem, tecum obeam libens.

O. L. G._