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Tu tamen binc lautae tractas pulmenta culinae :
Hoc, Platina, est ipsos pascere Pontifices.

who figured at the council of Bale, and figures still, in fourteen volumes folio.

Sabellicus was one of those moralists whose pre- Hic stupor est mundi, qui scibile discutit omne. cepts are much better than their practice, as appears from his epitaph by Latomus.

A prodigy lies here entombed,

By all the world consessed:

Who knew whate'er was knowable,
Quid juvat humanos scire atque evolvere casus,

And almost all the rest!
Si fugienda facis et facienda fugis ?

As to Dominicus Soto (Lat. Sotos) he was a
What profits the morality,
By you profoundly taught !

locomotive encyclopedia ; so that it passed into a You do whate'er you ought not,

proverb: And do not what you ought.

Qui scit Sotom, scit totum. M. de Candale embraced the Reformed Religion,

He, whose knowledge is Sotal, for the sake of ingratiating himself with the duch

Has solved the sum total. ess de Rohan, an event which was thus celebrated by D’Aubigné. We premise that Sibilot is equiva.

The epigram which follows grew out of an incilent to buffoon, that having been the name of a cele- dent in the life of Dr. John Reynolds, one of the brated French jester, at the court of Henry III.

learned translators of King James' Bible. He

was, originally, a Papist, and his brother William, Hé quoi donc, petit Sibilot,

a Protestant. The brothers engaged in a discusPour l'amour de Dame Lisette,

sion, which ended in their mutually converting each Vous vous êtes fait Huguenot,

other—the nearest approximation to a Kilkenny-cat A ce que dit la Gazette ?

affair, which the annals of dispotation afford. Sans ouï anciens, ni pasteurs, Vous vous êtes donc fait des nôtres;

Quod genus hoc pugnæ est ? ubi victus gaudet uterque,
Vraiment nous en verrons bien d'autres,

Et semel alteruter se superasse dolet.
Puisque les yeux sont nos docteurs.

How queer a fight, where each in battle slain,

Doth victor o'er the other still remain,, Tiraqueau was one of the wonders of the six

And vanquished, lists his song of triumph high, teenth century; and we are happy to inform our

While yet, as victor, he can only sigh. temperance friends that he was a teetotaller, besides being distinguished in other respects. He was the happy father of twenty (some say thirty) children, and some scores of books ; so that he used to boast that he gave to the world, every year, a child and a book. He was honored, as he deserved,

A LAMENT. with an epitaph: Flic jacet qui, aquam bibendo, viginti liberos suscepit, viginti libros edidit.

BY MARY G. WELLS. rum bibisset, totum orbem implesset. It has been rendered into French as follows:

Autumn winds are sadly sighing,

Autumn leaves are withered lying,
Tiraqueau, fécond à produire,

Like the summer she is dying,
A mis au monde trente fils;

Weep for her.
Tıraqueau, fécond à bien dire,
A fait pareil nombre d' ecrits.

Yes, shorter grow the sunny hours,
S'il n'eût point noyé dans les eaux

Sere become the summer howers,
Une semence si féconde

And she is fading like the flowers,
Il eût enfin rempli le monde

Weep for her.
De Livres et de Tiraqueaux.

Soon winter's icy breath will bring,
Here lies a man, whose beverage

Death to every verdant thing,
Was drawn from running brooks.

And she no more to life may cling,
The sire of twenty children,

Weep for her.
And of as many books.
Oh! had be fertilized with wine

Yet shall there not be always gloom,
So generous a soil,

As nalure yet again may bloom,
The world had scarce sufficed to hold

So may she leave the dreary tomb,
The fruits of all his toil!

Rejoice for her.

Si me

The old scholastics were prodigies in their waythat is, if we may credit the proverbial veraciousness of an epitaph. Here is one on Alfonso Tostat,

Ere summer visit earth again,
Released from every care and pain,
The soul freed from its mortal chain,

Shall dwell in hliss

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in his eyes ; and then, without a forewarning, plantJOSEPH JENKINS'S RESEARCHES INTO ANTIQUITY. ed his nose to the sand, and, kicking up desperately,

made the long old gentleman a present of poor MeERISICTHON.

The long old gentleman picked her from the

water into which she had been soused, and after an Ovid gives an entirely incorrect account of Eri- ogle from a pair of distinguished green eyes, replasicthon and his daughter Metra ; and as I happen ced her quietly on shore. Meira was in wretched to be better acquainted with their singular story, 1 case. Her hair hung as lank as her riding skirt, and am able to put an end to the currency of that fa- a driblet of sea-water ran along her nose until it made bling poet's counterfeit narrative.

a liule cataract from the end of it. The old genErisicihon was a country gentleman, and lived tleman laughed; Metra added the brine of her a mile or two from the foot of Mount Olympus. tears to the brine of the sea-water. The old-genHe was a man of importance in his neighborhood, tleman softened. and supposed to be very comfortable in his circum- “My dear," he said, “I am Neptune. You seem stances. He had been chosen as soon as eligible, to be very uncomfortable in your wet clothes. Glauto represent the Olympic district in the Thessalian conome, and Clymene, who are talking under us Senate, and was for a long time, a Justice of the here, shall bring you some dry ones. You must Peace, and, by virtue of his office, Judge of the be drenched quile to your skin." county court of Olympus. He spent his winters “O Neptune !" said Metra, “ give me vengeance in Thebes, and when his daughter was grown a upon Dapple." great girl, she turned out in that metropolis, and "My child," replied the good-natured god," pull became very much pursued and courted. Meira a leaf of the sheep-sorrel you see growing there was, to be sure, an interesting and lovely young behind you, and chew it.” person; but I have no leisure just now 10 be par. Metra plucked the sheep-sorrel, and bruised it ticular in the description of her charms.

between her white teeth. She had scarcely done One evening Metra left her father's house near so when she leaned forward, bending her pretty Mount Olympus, and rode down to the sea-side to bust, and scemed feeling for the earth with her fine enjoy the pleasant Ægean airs. She rode a don- hands. A rapid change took place in her shape ; key with ears of the slimmest and most charming her hair parted by the back of her neck and falling shape, and quite a yard and six inches in length. along her cheeks, in a few moments shortened into The waves were rolling like carded wool upon a the silken ears of a spaniel. Her human nose, so beach of blue sand, and two arms of green forest- recently coursed by tears and sea-water, grew in land, reaching into the sea, made a cove within the length, and, slim and delicate, projected over a casemi-circle of their embrace. As Metra came nine muzzle. Something mysterious agitated the upon some inconsiderable hills near this cove, a lingering skirt of her riding habit ; and presently, singular murmur, as indistinct as the sigh of the flirting loose from it, curled a jaunty canine tail. walers, but nevertheless sounding like the conver. With a cry of distress and astonishment, which besation of ladies after champagne, only muffled and came in spite of her teeth a musical bark, she gave deadened in some strange way, made her give her a bound, cleared her skirts effectually, and ran little pearly ears, in imitation of the long ones of her about a spotted spaniel. It was clear to Neptune, dappled donkey, a sea-ward inclination. Image from some of the dog's gestures, and tones, that it ine her amazement when presently, seeking with made entreaty to him. The pretty creature croucheyes and ears an explanation of the sounds, she ed on the margin of the sea, put its slim nose bebeheld an elderly gentleman about eighty feet long, tween its paws and whined movingly. dressed in a sea-green sack, pantaloons of an ex- “My dear,” said Neptune, " you seem to be distraordinarily indeterminate colour, a shirt with a tressed. You have no reason in the world to be milk-white ruffle at least twenty-five feet in length, alarmed. You can amose yourself by snapping at and an unexceptionable summer cravat of sea-grass Dapple's heels, and punish the rogue to your heart's linen, lying comfortably along the waves of the content. When you want to regain your former cove, and as naturally as if upon a sofa. He was shape, you have only to chew ä rose. Doubtless smoking a cigar, about the size of the chimney of your papa has an abundance of them in his garden. a steamboat. Meira had seen this cigar first, and If you find il agreeable, or convenient, to change taken for granted that the steam packet from Les- your form at any time hereafter, eat of the sorrel, and bos was coming in. It was only on looking lower you will take any shape you have previously wished. to discover the hull, that the elderly gentleman, col. The rose will always make you a woman again." oured very much like the waters, and yielding to their Metra barked her thanks, and forgetting to take comfortable undulations, grew defined to her sight. vengeance on Dapple, ran homeward to find the

Metra, of course, was very much astonished, but rose. A great many surly dogs, with tails making not more so than her donkey. · The wretch Dap- awful curls over their brisiling backs, attempted to ple stood a moment—with the very fire of alarm arrest her course with inquisitive courtesy, as she

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went. But at last she dashed into her own fair“My father, Madam, was not an old rascal, and garden, and, dodging a blow from the spade of the came by the property honestly. He bought it from gardener, which broke seven lights of a hot bed, the sheriff, for arrears of taxes. You had your plunged into the midst of a microfella. This beau- equity of redemption, but did not redeem in time, tiful rose had been procured at extraordinary cost' and cannot now. I have a right to cut down my from Mr. Prince, a Floriculturist of the Pelopo- own trees." nessus, and the dragon of a gardener trembled with “Stupid ass !” said Ceres, “ you have no idea of indignation as the spaniel, snapping several of the any tree but a cornstalk. I am the mistress of the blooms off, broke through its prickly stems, and ran full horn, but I abhor one of your water-blooded behind a hedge of Persian lilacs. He pursued like 'utilitarians. You were a beast to destroy that the genius of wrath. He made a circuit of the grove, allowing your title to it to be good. But hedge, and lo! his young mistress, screaming, and the property, I say, was mine, and I punish you skulking, and diving into the screen of green leaves, with the curse of everlasting hunger for calling human again, but in a sad predicament! That was down my trees." a great mistake, Metra. You should have taken Ceres turned angrily away, and, smiting about care to be within reach of your wardrobe, before her with the pitchfork, put her oxen into a gallop, resuming your natural shape. But her female ser- and disappeared in a cloud of dust towards the divants have wrapped her in a counterpane, worked vine mountain. in humming-hird patterns, and the adventure haj Erisicthon reined his horse to a stand-still. He terminated “as well as could be expected." had begun to have a twinge at the stomach, with

The day after all this happened, Erisicthon walk- the close of the Goddess' speech, and now he felt ed out to see after the concerns of his farm. He the positive gnawings of hunger. was in an exceedingly bad humor. Wheat had “Metra put away a cold leg of lamb,” he prefallen a sixpence, by the latest price-current, and sently said ; "and I think I shall return and take his miller having made an over advance on the last a few slices of it with oil and celery.” crop, refused under the circumstances to let him And, so saying, he turned and rode homeward. have money enough to meet the summer expenses In five minutes he reached the house, and, in five of a trip over the Ægean, to a watering-place on more, become too wild with hunger for the pleasant the Scamander. As he walked on, condemning trifling of the salad, held the leg of lamb in his the miller, and low prices, and perhaps his own eyes, hands and devoured it, by pounds, from the bone. he saw just before him a grove, reputed to be one

Ovid, whom I, Joseph Jenkins, am undertaking, of the favorite residences of Ceres. He had, of with that true modesty of genius for which I am course, often seen the grove before, for it was on a remarkable, to correct in his history of Erisicthon, corner of his own farm. But now it occurred to gives a true account of what occurred immediately him that the timber of the grove would sell for as after this voracious beginning with the leg of lamb. much money as he wanted : “ besides,” said he, Erisicthon in a short time, devoured his flocks, con“I shall get a famous crop of potatoes, and small sumed his bacon, desolated his poultry-yard; and grain from the ground, after clearing it.” And, so, then, having done all this, converted his farm into he set his men to work upon the groaning trees of food, and ate himself out of house and home. the sacred wood, and crash after crash, they fell "My daughter," said a thin-visaged old man, 10 down before the axe.

a beautiful girl who walked at his side, on a dusty One evening, soon after the destruction of the highway, "you told me that Neptune had beslowgrove, Erisicthon was riding along a road which ed a rare power upon you. I have a project in my led in the direction of Mount Olympus. He saw, head. We are approaching a great city. I enat a little distance before him, a cart drawn by two treat of you to take the shape of some valuable brindled oxen, and driven by a hearty thick-waisted animal, whilst we are yet alone on the way. I will country woman. The woman rode the near ox, and lead you in your new shape to the rich dealers of held a pitchfork in her right hand and over her right the city, and sell you for money. I can imagine shoulder. In her left hand she held an apple, of no better way of raising the wind. You can change which she ate as she rode. Erisicthon rode op, forms again, and join me, and all will be well. An and was passing on, when this countrywoman call. ox is a valuable animal. Become an ox and I will ed out to him to stop. “ Erisicthon,” she said, mas- wind a halter of grass and lead you to the market." ticating her apple, “I am Ceres. I understand that “Father,” replied the maiden, "if I become an you have cut down my grove."

ox, the citizens may give me no chance of finding “ Madam,” said Erisicthon, "I was under the a rose, but presently eat me." impression that the grove was mine."

“1 forgot that, my dear," said the hungry old “ You are a scurvy fellow," said the Goddess, gentleman; we must think of something else." becoming very angry.

The grove belonged to Just then a falcon, milk-white and of extraordime, before the old rascal, Triops, your father, set nary size, flew very near their heads, and hovered his foot upon it."

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glad of the meeting with human beings. Erisic-face and scarcely withdrew them to eat languidly thon designed the bird's death, and, suddenly sway of the food which her master offered to her jetty ing his staff, struck her upon the wing and brought beak. The young person, so honored by her stare, her down. A fox does not pluck and devour a seemed to observe something in the eyes so fixed goose more swiftly than the hungry man plucked upon him, and presently extended his hand sayingand devoured the falcon. The wind dispersed the “ a beautiful bird, kinsman." And he would have white feathers, and father and daughter moved on. caressed the glossy white mails of the falcon. But They had gone but a little distance when a horse- Metra lifted her wide wings, and leaving her masman came on the way to meet them. He was ter, perched on the extended hand. dressed in close fitting leathern breeches, and a There is positively something human in the green coat with brass buttons. He rode, at a fast eyes of the bird,” said Menon. rack, on a pony with the front of a little giraffe. “Ah you gadabout ?" said the ruby-nosed host.

· My good man,” said the horseman, “ have you You refuse my polite attentions. I am tempted seen a white hawk as you came on your road ?" to wring your neck."

“Nay," answered Erisicthon. “I heard the Metra put her head close to the cheek of Menon. flutter of birds, in a wood, many miles away. The Her soft breathing affected him strangely. He falcon may have been warring upon them. But 1 positively felt himself enamored of a white falcon. know not the truth, and cannot answer you to your

emen," said the host, after the wine had satisfaction."

gone round many times, "this is the first of Sep“A great man has lost his hawk," said the horse-tember. Thirty days hath September-April, Jone

“ He offers an immense reward for her. I and November. We are getting on rapidly to the must get on to the wood."

lawful hunting season. In thirry days we shall As the stranger rode away, Erisicthon and Metra have a liule amusement.

propose that on the conversed for a time, and then passed away into a first day of October we go down to my countrythicket near at hand. It was not long before Eris- seat and fly our hawks. My steward writes me icthon came forth to the road, and renewed his word that blue-wings are making their appearance, journey with a white falcon on his arm. He spoke and that partridges are plenty." to the bird, as he went on, as if he found a com- “We will go with all the pleasure in the world," panion in it.

said the party; and then poured out a great many "My dear," he said, “this sheep-sorrel is a plant bumpers, and drank to the issue of the sporting enof wonderful virtues. I think the great man will terprise, not find a feather unlike in our counterfeit. I will On the first day of October, about noon, a white claim the reward, and live in pleasant abundance falcon sailed over a wood, in a pleasant country of again."

farm-houses, forests, and cultivated fields. • Me. And Metra, metamorphosed into a falcon, smooth- tra—Metra !" shouted some one from the wood; ed her neck against the cheek of her father, and and the bird descended rapidly, with the motion of looked affectionately into his eyes.

a kite dropping upon a thrush in a tree-top, and was “I have brought the white falcon and claim the then hidden by the boughs. reward," said Erisicthon, standing at the door of a “Bless my soul, daughter," said the person who marble-fronted house in the city. The rich man had shouted; “I had almost given you out. I have hurried out from a banquet which he was holding, brought a good horse, which I found by a stream, the wine red and generous on his lips. He was where the rider was dismounted and asleep; and I very happy to find the bird, beautiful in her glossy have, besides, taken care to bring a rose, and some mail, staring him in the face. Erisicthon received very nice clothes for you. We had better lose no a check on a banking-house, and the front door time." flew to in his face.

“My dear father," said Metra, “how do you do ?" The great man bore his falcon—that is to say Hungry," answered Erisicthon. Metra-upon his fist, and reëntered the room in In a short time Erisicthon, who had gone a little which he had been enjoying his dinner with a plea- way into the wood, that Metra might resume her sant party of his friends.

natural shape and dress, mounted a feet horse, “I have had the greatest imaginable good for- drew his daughter up behind him and rode off at a tune," said he. “I have recovered my bird. My dashing gallop. friends, congratulate me."

“And how did you manage to get away from the And the great man's friends at once congratu- great man ?" said Erisicthon. lated him with all their stomachs. There was one “I saw you,” Metra answered,“ by the way-side ; young gentleman of the party who went through and soon after, when my master threw me off at a the ceremony with less ardor than the others. His blue drake I canceliered and then came off to seek name was Menon, and he was of so distinguished you. But how did it happen that you came prea beauty that Metra fixed her bright eyes, a little pared with the rose and the dress, which really fits moist with the distress of her singular lot, upon his'me quite nicely?”

“I heard of the hawking party and, before fol-, white-oaks, a little way from the village. An hour lowing it, provided both, so that if we met, as I before the setting of the sun, he put his foot into hoped we should, you might, at once, resume your the stirrup, and threw himself gallantly upon his shape. I wanted to see you very much. Besides, newly purchased hunter. At the very outset, sanI have eaten up the great man's reward." guineous with several tumblers of purch, he applied

And, so conversing, father and danghter rode on his spors. He felt the glossy and tender flank through, and out of the wood, at a swift pace. shrink and quiver under his heel. Metra moved

That evening Erisicthon sold the horse which he swiftly, but with a saddened heart, under her burhad taken from the person asleep by the stream. then; the cruelty of the spur augured badly of the Two days after, he had eaten up the price. Father new lot to which filial piery had devoted her. But and daughter were again on foot, toiling through Menon, finding how noble and swift the animal, on the dust of a highway.

which he sate, was, instead of urging, used res“ Metra,” said Erisicthon, “it is quite impossi- traint and caresses. Metra felt his hand upon her ble that I can endure ihis singular gnawing at the neck, lifting her mane, and smoothing the proud stomach. I am sometimes disposed to believe that curve beneath it. She replied by a grateful neigh, Ceres has put a tiger into me. If I am not eter- which must yet have been an affirmative, for she nally throwing food to him, he begins to munch at increased the speed and ease of her gaits. And so his cage. Unless I devour I shall be devoured." horseman and horse came to the old house in the

“I am ready, my dear father," said Metra, “ to grove of oaks. Menon left Metra at the rack and assume any form you choose and to take a master went in to pay his respects to his mother-a very that you may not want food.”

distinguished old lady, with the kindest heart in The horse fed me two days,” said Erisicthon, the world, and perfectly devoted to her son. Pre“ I am so hungry that I have no imagination. Take sently he returned and walked by Metra's side to that shape now, and hereafter we may imagine the stables. He saw her put into a comfortable some other forms. I see a clump of sheep-sorrel. stall, with a good supper of oais, in a clean trough, I declare to you, my daughter, that my hunger is and a rack full of sweet hay, newly mowo from his excessive."

meadows. He patted her yielding sides, left her As he ended Erisicthon plucked some leaves of for the night and locked the stable door. the sheep-sorrel. Metra looked towards Olympus, It was about midnight. Metra, in her horse-shape the blue top of which was just visible in the dis- and with horse-appetites, had been chewing the lance, shining with the golden gleam which the sweet hay in the rack. Her eyes were half closed; presence of the gods bestowed upon it, and said : in fact she was dozing. What makes her start so

Mighty Ceres! if it be thy will that Erisicthon suddenly from her half somnolence? She has eateo shall continue to wander, overcome by canine hun- a rose which, blooming on the meadow, has been ger, I bow myself, and will devote my life, and all cut down with the grass. That start was Metra's that is seemly in maidenhood, to lighten thy curse last equine performance. Her mane became preto him. But, mighty mother of the teeming soils ! sently the lovely dark hair natural to the maidenbe merciful. Forgive this old man."

growing until it hung almost to the ground. Her No answer came from Olympus, and Metra, ta- white shoulders, plump and round, gleamed out king the sorrel leaves, chewed them resolutely, but from its parted darkness; her curved body gave at the same time, with tears of distress in her large undulations to it. Only the face and the arms, and expressive eyes. In a short time Erisicthon lifted to the brow in confusion, and parts of the continued his journey, leading a beautiful horse by pure lower limbs were clearly discernible; so long a rope of grass. He came to a village. A fat land- and dense was the screen of her magnificent hair. lord stood in the door-way of his inn.

What shall she do? The stable is locked. She “My good fellow," quoth he, "you have an un- cannot escape. Where shall she find a leaf of commonly fine horse. One of my customers lost sheep-sorrel ? She rummaged the rack, feeling and his hunter a day or two ago, and will buy yours—then putting to her lips everything that seemed, in no doubt. Wait a little until his dinner is over." the dark, at all like the plant. It was to no per.

"I will sell the horse," said Erisicthon, in a par- pose. In her despair-for in a few hours Menon oxysm at the mention of dinner.

would come again to the stable-she went to work, The gentleman came out. It was the young with flying fingers, to make a garment out of the Menon of the rich man's banquet—the same, more- long grasses of the mow. It occurs to me that I over, from whom, whilst sleeping by the stream, have, somewhere, seen it remarked that perseverErisicthon had taken the fleet hunter. Menon ance overcomes all things. I am not certain. Perbought Metra in the guise of a horse, and Erisic- haps this remark is one of my own powerful origithon again fed abundantly. Metra uttered a neigh nal reflections. Be this as it may, the trath of the of delight, when she found herself the property of observation was exemplified in the instance before the youth, Menon.

Perseverance enabled Metra to make, in s Menon lived in a fine old house in a grove of short time, a mantle-rude in its texture, and per

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