acter'] reached me yesterday-in bed; to which and to my sofa I have been confined for some days by a severe attack of brow ague. And being thus disabled for more serious employment I allowed my thoughts to run upon the lines which you will find overleaf. Please to accept them as being well intended; though (like many other good intentions) I am afraid they give only too true evidence of the source from which they come, viz. a disordered head.

The lines may be followed at once by Stanley's translation, though that was not written till later.

Ad virum venerabilem, optimum, dilectissimum, Eduardum B. Ramsay, LL.D., Edinburgi Decanum, accepto ejus libro, cui titulus Reminiscences of Scottish Life and Character,' vicesimum jam lautiusque et amplius edito.

EDITIO accessit vicesima! plaudite, quicquid
Scotia festivi fert lepidique ferax!

Non vixit frustrà, qui frontem utcunque severam
Noverit innocuis explicuisse jocis:

Non frustrà vixit, qui tot monumenta Priorum
Salsa piâ vetuit sedulitate mori:

Non frustrà vixit, qui, quali nos sit amore

Vivendum, exemplo præcipiensque docet.

Nec merces te indigna manet: Juvenesque senesque
Gaudebunt nomen concelebrare tuum;
Condiet appositum dum fercula nostra salinum,
Præbebitque suas mensa secunda nuces;
Dum stantis rhedæ aurigam tua pagina fallet,
Contentum in sella tædia longa pati!

upon the fact that his chief experience in life was a superabundant sense of his own vitality:

'Si mihi, si liceat producere leniter aevum,

Nec pompam, nec opes, nec mihi regna petam ;

Vellem ut, divini pandens mysteria verbi,

Vitam in secreto rure beatus agam.

Adsint et Graiae comites Latiaeque Camenae,
Et lepida faveat conjuge laetus Hymen.
Tum satis aeternum spes, cura, dolorque valete
Hoc tantum superest discere: posse mori!

Quid, quod et ipsa sibi devinctum Scotia nutrix
Te perget gremio grata fovere senem ;
Officiumque pium simili pietate rependens,
Sæcula nulla sinet non meminisse Tui.

A Translation of the foregoing in Verse

BY THE VERY REV. ARTHUR P. STANLEY, D.D., DEAN OF WESTMINSTER.

HAIL twentieth edition! from Orkney to Tweed

Let the wits of all Scotland come running to read.
Not in vain hath he lived who by innocent mirth
Hath lightened the frowns and the furrows of earth;
Not in vain hath he lived who will never let die
The humours of good times for ever gone by;
Not in vain hath he lived who hath laboured to give
In himself the best proof how by LOVE we may live.
Rejoice, my dear Dean, thy reward to behold,
In united rejoicing of young and of old;
Remembered so long as our board shall not lack
A bright grain of salt or a hard nut to crack;

So long as the cabman, aloft in his seat,

Broods deep o'er thy page as he waits in the street.
Yea, Scotland herself, with affectionate care,
Shall nurse an old age so beloved and so rare,
And still gratefully seek in her heart to enshrine
One more Reminiscence, and that shall be thine.

The lines to Lord Beaconsfield belong to 1878, when he returned from the Berlin Congress bringing 'Peace with Honour.'

Ad Virum Nobilissimum Comitem de Beaconsfield, A. P. Eq., &c., &c.

Post reditum a Berolinensi Congressu, Jul. 16, 1878.

SALVE iterum nobis, Vir præstantissime, salve,
Cujus Pax' sequitur, 'non sine Honore,' pedes!
Te populus reducem, te Patria grata salutat;
Te mare, rura, urbes; Te Thamesisque Pater.

'Alluditur ad titulum libri Reminiscences, &c.

Non capiti galea est; non ensem extenta coruscat
Dextera; per plateas non tuba rauca sonat:
Milite pro stipante vias, en! fœmina jactat
Serta, novisque micat floribus omne solum !
Nam tu progrederis Victor potiore triumpho
Quam quos, effuso sanguine, Bella parant.
Vox tibi pro gladio est; tibi mens armata vigore,
Injusti impatiens, propositique tenax:

Nec minus ingenium quid possit ad omnia promptum,
Quid possit patriæ non cohibendus amor,

Europæ atque Asia nuper congressa Potestas,
Consiliis, didicit, pacificata tuis.

Hinc est quod tibi partus honos, plaudente Senatu,
Dum grave certamen lingua diserta refert;
Hinc est quod, Populi Reginâ interprete vocum,
Stella, velut cælo, pectore fixa micat;
Vidimus et lætos plena inter pocula cives
Certatim nomen concelebrare tuum.
Tu vero interea longe ulteriora revolvens,
Concipis indignum nil' humilive modo:-
'Scilicet effugiant alii discrimina 2 rerum,

Si quos, officium quò vocat, ire piget;
Sit virtus aliis in præsens, et sibi solis

Per tritas tutò consuluisse vias ;—

Anglia, majus opus tibi contigit; area major
Gentibus et potior, te præeunte, patet:
Laus tua sit petiisse humanum quicquid ubique
Provehat in melius, nobilitetque, genus.

Nec faustum omen abest; tibi serviet Insula posthac
Sedem ubi dilectam condidit alma Venus,
Eneadum 3 genetrix, qui legibus, artibus, armis,

Latè hominum mores excoluere feros.

At tibi nobilior Romanâ nata propago
Jamdudum didicit nobiliora sequi.

Jus tibi, Libertas, tibi Copia rite ministrat,
Et Christi e cælo tradita pura Fides.

''Nil parvum, aut humili modo,

Nil mortale loquar.'-Hor. Od.

2 Per varios casus, per tot discrimina rerum.'-Virg. Æn. Eneadum genetrix . . . Alma Venus.'-Lucret. sub init.

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Aucta igitur Virtute, novo te accinge labori,
Per mare, per terras, quò tua Fata vocant.
Auspice Te, tellus Asiana, excussa veterno,
Incipiat priscum jam renovare decus.
Instar Apostolici miseris solatia praebe
(Tu quoque solamen præsidiumque) viri;
Moeniaque hinc Urbis spectans propiora sacratæ,
Inde petas sanctas spes, Animumque 2 Dei ;
Dum Sol Eoas, Lunâ 3 fugiente, per oras

Nuntiat exoriens-Crux tibi summa salus ! '

C. W.

To the Right Hon. the Earl of Beaconsfield, K.G,, &c., &c., &c.

HAIL to the Chief who in triumph returns;

'Peace,' but 'with honour,' his footsteps attends :
Heart of Old England with gratitude burns;
City with Country its welcoming blends.

Shines here no helmet, here glitters no sword;
Trumpet sounds none in the long crowded street;
Citizens only his cavalcade guard;

Flowers from fair hands this new conqueror greet.

Brighter the hopes that his victories fill

Than trophies won hard on the red battle-field;
A sword in his voice, and a host in his will

That daunts all aggression, and dares-not to yield.

Genius prepared both for faction and fighting;
Patriot on fire for a land not his own;
Eastern and Western in Congress uniting,
Swayed by his counsel, their quarrels condone.

Hence rise the cheers of a Senate that listens
To a tale yet more wondrous than that of 'Alroy ; '
Hence on his bosom the Star that outglistens
'Tancred's' wild vision and 'Coningsby's' joy.

Banquet on banquet, and toast upon toast,
Fill up the measure of praise and of glory;
Tell us, at last, without braggard or boast,
The moral of all this magnificent story.

Let others shun the hazards and the falls,
And shrink to climb the steep when Duty calls;
Or, safe within the streak of silver sea,
Live for themselves and for the passing day.

England for thee a nobler task we find-
To lead the nations, not to lag behind;
Be thine the praise, in every time and place,
To ennoble, kindle, purify our race!

Henceforth (blest omen !) thine the happy isle
On which the Queen of Love first deigned to smile;
Mother of those whose laws, whose arms, whose arts
Subdued from clime to clime the wildest hearts.

But nobler than that old imperial Rome

Is to thy sons their own inspiring home;
Wealth, Freedom, Justice, as thy dower are given,
And Gospel Truth, the last best boon of Heaven.

Then onwards to 'fresh woods and pastures new;'
O'er earth and sea to thine own self be true;
The ancient East, through thee with light divine
Once more imbued, shall still arise and shine.'

Like that good man,' the Cypriot saint of yore,
On friendless souls sweet consolations pour;
Catch from the genius of the neighbouring strand
The holy stirrings of that Sacred Land;
Whilst the bright Day-star sees the Crescent wane
Be thine this glorious Cross, not borne in vain!