The Waverer.

TOM, weak and wavering, ever in a fright lest he do something wrong, does nothing right.

A Farewell.

FLOW down, cold rivulet, to the sea,

thy tribute-wave deliver;

no more by thee my steps shall be,
for ever and for ever.

flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
a rivulet, then a river;

no where by thee my steps shall be,
for ever and for ever.

but here will sigh thine alder-tree,
and here thine aspen shiver,

and here by thee will hum the bee,
for ever and for ever.

a hundred suns will stream on thee,
a thousand moons will quiver;
but not by thee my steps shall be,
for ever and for ever.

A.

TENNYSON.

Mein Glaube.

Welche Religion ich bekenne? keine von allen

die du mir nennst., und warum keine?' aus Religion.

Der beste Staat.

SCHILLER.

Woran erkenn' ich den besten Staat? woran du die beste Fran kennst; daran, mein Freund, daß man von beiden

nicht spricht.

SCHILLER.

Quid faciam, quid non?

INFIRMVS animi, fluctuans semper, timens
ne praua faciat Cotta nil probi facit.

Labitur et labetur in omne uolubilis Aeuum.
DEFLVAS hinc ad mare frigidaeque
rite uectigal tribuatur undae,

te meae numquam repetent per aeuum,

riuule, plantae.

leniter saltus siluasque praeter
riuulus nunc, postmodo riuus, erres,
nec meos usquam uideas neque ullo
tempore passus.

hic tuae custos gemet alnus orae,
populus molli tremet icta uento;
hic apis nullo tibi murmurare

desinet anno.

solibus centum radiare perges,

mille lunarum tremulo nitore,

me tamen nullo prope te uagantem

senseris aeuo.

Religio.

QVAE tua Religio? 'nulla harum quas mihi narras.' his quid te prohibet fidere? 'Religio.'

Optima Respublica.

OPTIMA quo signo respublica noscitur? ipso optima quo mulier: uolgus utramque silet.'

The Standard of the Bund

presented to the Tyrolese Riflemen in the Schützenfest at
Frankfurt-am-Main, July 1862.

O LOVELIEST land of Teuton name,
thou mountainous Tyrol,

how warmly glows with love of thee
the Teuton marksman's soul!
I greet thee as mine own to-day;
thy soil is Teuton and thy lay:
and in dark times of yore

thy heart was Teuton to the core.

o darling brother of Tyrol,

as sweep thy champions past,
how proudly o'er the noble ranks
our Teuton eyes we cast!
yon eagle floating o'er thy head
with blood of ancient foes is red:
behind the Frenchman's flight

that banner blazed with direful light.

o dear, dear son of Teuton sires,
my heart thy presence hails :
take back this loving brother-kiss
to Tyrol's hills and vales:

show her yon band of dark-red gold,
and say-The flag this day unrolled,
for ever let it wave,

a beacon to the free and brave.

From the German.

Eine Geschminkte.

'SHE looks so young!' 'tis surely no disgrace,

if Ellen is much older than her face.

From VON KLEIST.

Rusticorum mascula Militum Proles.

RAETIA, Teutonicae regio pulcherrima gentis,
Raetia, centenis conspicienda iugis,

ut pedes, exercens sese ad certamina Martis, Teutonicus magno feruet amore tui! scilicet hac nostram gaudens te luce saluto; pascua nostra colis, carmina nostra canis : rebus et in dubiis olim tu nostra fuisti, tu pro Teutonico foedere certa mori. o quo Teutonicae matri nil carius usquam, Raete, mihi fratris nomine dignus ades. ut tua gratantes nunc agmina cernimus, ut nos iungimur ordinibus confluimusque tuis ! en ubi, caeruleo quod pandis in aethere signum, ales ab antiquo regius hoste rubet: fulmineis hoc quippe minis Insigne secutum, cum trepida cessit Gallia uicta fuga. salue, Teutonicae stirpis dulcissima proles, hospes ut hac gratus tu mihi luce uenis! haec refer ad ualles patrias et Raetica saxa quae tibi non fallax oscula iungit amor: monstra fasciolam rutili, qua cingeris, auri, et memor has fidi pectoris adde preces : quod dedit haec Insigne dies, ad bella per aeuum instruat audentis, libera corda, uiros.

Facie sed non aetate Puella.

IRI, nites inter teneras spectanda puellas, sed facie natu maior es, Iri, tua.

The Receiver as bad as the Thief.

SAYS the Earth to the Moon, 'you're a pilfering jade, what you steal from the Sun is beyond all belief.' 'madam Earth, cease your railing,' fair Cynthia said;

the receiver is always as bad as the thief.'

The Random Shot.

(Painted by Sir E. Landseer, R.A.)

O HUNTRESS Queen, this pictured meed
the artist hangs within thy shrine,
memorial of a bitter deed,

wrought, Artemis, by thee or thine.
from parent teat with eager breath
a fawn requires its wonted food;
the wounded mother, faint in death,
reddens the mountain-snows with blood.
yet why the piteous sight deplore?
nay, goddess, lay thy shafts aside;
and in the chace delight no more,
or let those idle tears be dried.

A.

Swans and Songsters.

SWANS sing before they die: 'twere no bad thing if certain folk would die before they sing.

COLERIDGE

The Kindness of Law.

THE Law settles doubts about ‘Meum' and 'Tuum,' by kindly arranging the thing shall be 'Suum.'