The Grassplot. "Round his bald head the brown leaves drift amain." Vain, aged gard'ner, is thy toil to clear The lawn, which while its hue and smoothness vied The laden barrow hid in shelter'd place. *The children of the Warden of Merton. CCXXXII. Merton Meadows from the Terrace Walk. ""Tis raging noon, and vertical the sun Darts on the head direct his forceful rays." THOMSON. Gay with June's livery of liveliest green, Like flash of casque and spear when warriors ride. The Terrace Wall.—The Cavalier's Death. "Poor Windebank was shot by sudden Court Martial, so enraged were they at Oxford; for Cromwell had not even foot-soldiers, still less a battering gun. It was his poor young wife, they said, she and other ladies on a visit there, that confounded poor Windebank. He set his back to the wall of Merton College, and received his death-volley with a soldier's stoicism." CARLYLE'S CROMWELL. Sure Man's heart-anguish ne'er hath broken here Which over Merton's meadowed landscape glows? Perchance beneath where now I stand, he stood: A bold unflinching mark for many a ball, His young wife's name borne on his latest breath:- * Bletchington House. The University Volunteers. “ Si vis pacem, para bellum.” "Bella suscipienda sunt ob eam causam, ut sine injuriâ in pace vivitur." " Felix civitas quæ tempore pacis de bello cogitat.” “ το ξίφος αμφιβαλόν μὴ πρὸς φόνον ἀλλ ̓ ἐς ἄμυνον.” CICERO. PSEUDO PHOCILLYDEA. "Dum desint hostes desit quoque causa triumphi, Tu, ducibus bello gloria major eris. ἐθρέψατ' οἰκισιῆρας ἀσπιδηφόρους πιστοὺς ὅπως γένοισθε πρὸς χρέος τόδε.”ÆSCHYLUS. Never again may Civil Strife lay waste This England, where fair Peace hath made her nest: Let every free-born youth acquire, unprest, The foe may land from his night-favoured barge, But who to tell the tale shall e'er get back? See Note 27-a The Bifle. "This England never did and never shall Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror."-SHAKESPEARE. "Our country yet remains; By that dread name we wave the sword on high, "Come the four quarters of the world in arms, And we shall shock them: nought shall make us rue, “ σὺ δ' ὥστε ναὸς κεδνὸς οἰακοστρόφος, φράξαι πόλισμα, πρὶν καταιγίσαι πνοὰς καὶ τῶνδε καιρὸν ὅστις ὤκιστος λαβέ”ÆscHYLUS. Armoury of the invincible knights of old: We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold "Twas merry in the days when Robin Hood, The bugle-baldrick'd, and his outlaw crew, With cloth-yard shaft and bow of toughest yew, Slaying the king's deer, rang'd the thick green-wood. An English yeoman's eye was ever good In fight or forest, as his heart was true. But since our Youth the Queen of Weapons knew, |