The Cataract. "Ipsa quoque assiduo labuntur tempora motu Nec secus as flumen neque enim consistere flumen, Et nova sunt semper: nam quod fuit ante, relictum est, Fitque, quod haud fuerat, momentaque cuncta no vantur."- OVID. « Ποταμῶ γὰρ οὐκ ἔστιν ἐμβῆναι δὶς τῷ ἀυτῷ σκίνδησι και πάλιν συνάγει, συνίσταται και απολέιπει, καί πρόσεισι Kai ateiσi.”—HERACLITUS OF EPHESUS. Have you ne'er watched from far the Cataract's gleam Hang in the air, fixed, like a silver thread, Without or sound or motion; though it spread Over its rocky basin in a stream Swift as a falling star; and as a dream Shifting and restless; its bright body fed float: By drops for ever, many-myriaded : Of the continuous changeful cataract. Cherwell from the Terrace. (Continued.) "Fies nobilium tu quoque fontium, Lymphæ desiliunt tuæ."-HORACE. Aristocratic stream! Thou who dost brook No trade upon thy waters! never soil For gentle lovers only dost thou look : Ne'er hast thou been, ne'er shalt thou be, forsook Faintly thy charms, when he who was my friend *The Cherwell Water Lily." A Thought on Last Friendship. "In a word, but now worth this, And now worth nothing."-SHAKESPEARE. 66 · Χείματος γὰρ ἀγρίου τυχούσα, λίμενας ἦλθες ἐς εὐήνεμους.”EURIPIDES. 66 Illum, quo læsa est horret adire locum."-OVID. ἐυδάιμων μὲν ὅς ἐκ θαλασσῆς ἔφυγε κῦμα λίμενα δ' ἔπεχεν.”—EURIPIDES. "Socius fidelis anchora tuta est." "Me tabulâ sacer Votivâ paries indicat uvida Suspendisse potenti Vestimenta maris deo."-HORACE. "Tam mea votivâ puppis redimita coronâ Lenta tumescentes æquoris audit aquas."-OVID. Nay, never speak to me again of love, Trick'd bravely out with flaunting flags above; For vain with fickle winds my vessel strove, From out his sheltered solitary cove, A calm and quiet harbour, seek to stir, Fearful of waves with bare life hardly crost? Recantation. "Mea culpa, mea culpa." "Esse tibi veras credis amicitias ? Sunt veræ sed quas juvenis, quas pauper habebas."-MARTIAL. Mine was the fault, dear friend, and only mine; I all too gross and earthy: so the line That bound our boyhood snapt; yet thou didst pray To me, and for me, when I fell away From that high course where both had vowed to shine. Thy love, had I been slower to o'ertask it, Still had been treasured in this bosom's casket, CCLXIV. Evening Thoughts. "The twilight star to heav'n, And the summer dew to flowers, And rest to us is given In the cool soft evening hours."-MRS, HEMANS. The mind, o'erwrought with the day's pleasing toils; The gleaning of wise saying and quaint saw |