E your lyre,--we sha'n't compl ain; But parce nobis, s'il vous plait,-- Voila Adolphe! Voila Eugene!" Ah, jeune Lisette! Ah, belle Fifine! Anacreon's lesson all must learn; 'O kairos oxus; Spring is green; But Acer Hyems waits his turn! I hear you whispering from the dust, "Tiens, mon cher, c'est toujours so,-- The brightest blade grows dim with rust, The fairest meadow white with snow!" You do not mean
it! _Not_ encore? _Another_ string of playday rhymes? You've heard me--nonne est?--before, Multoties,--more than twenty times; Non possum,--vraiment,--pas du tout, I cannot! I am loath to shirk; But who will listen if I do, My memory makes such shocking work? Ginosko, Scio.

Yes, I'm told Some ancients like my rusty lay, As Grandpa Noah loved
the old Red-sandstone march of Jubal's day I used to carol like the birds, But time my wits
has quite unfixed, Et quoad verba,--for my words,-- Ciel! Eheu! Whe-ew!--how they're mixed!
Mehercle! Zeu! Diable! how My thoughts were dressed
when I was young But tempus fugit! see them now Half clad in rags of every tongue! O philoi, fratres, chers amis! I dare not court the youthful Muse, For fear her sharp response should be, "Papa Anacreon, please excuse!" Adieu! I've trod my annual track How long!--let others count the miles,-- And peddled out my rhyming pack To friends who always paid in smiles. So, laissez-moi! some youthful wit
No doubt has wares he wants to show; And I am asking, "Let me sit," Dum ille clamat, "Dos pou sto!" THE ROSE ROLLINS. PART II. "It was a Sunday evening that was coming on, you see, and
there was a full moon, and all the willagers would be out to church, because there was a rewival a-going on, and, thinks says I, he'll walk into his sleep, like as not, and he'll be wisible to one and he'll be wisible to all, and I must adopt the adwice that's been adwised me, whether it's quite adwisable or not; so I gets the clothes-line, and I cuts off about five yards, and I slips it under my piller before I goes to--before
I retires to rest. The clothes-line was a new hempen one, and strong as could be. Well, he was no sooner asleep than up I riz, and slips the
line from

under my
piller, and I ties my arm to his'n with a
knot that couldn't be ontied easy. And now, thinks says I to myself, you get away and walk into your s