And the inquest found the knight had

Died 'cause he was drove
Thereunto by unrequited,
Undigested love.

But the popular opinion

Held it a combined
Visitation dire, of mignon-

Ette and window-blind.

A Love Song.

HEN noontide's azure turns to gold,
And evening's gold to grey;
When heaven-wrought tapestries enfold
The throne of parted day;

When through the twilight's falling veil

Peeps out Love's rising star

Oh! fairer than its light I hail

The light of your cigar.

When woodbines to the night disclose
Their trumpet's weight of dew;
When lilies droop, and violets close,
And daphnes breathe-of you;

Mid all a summer night e'er gave
Of fragrance wandering far;

Still, still my aching breast would crave
One whiff of your cigar.

O.

E

'Imperat aut seribt conlecta Pecunia cuique."

QUI centen

UI Pedo largitur deciens centena macello,

Et Salios vinis, 'Castora vincit equis, Vt cum nobilibus coniunx plebeia Cethegis

Certet, et Aemilios sumptibus aequiparet,
"O si serviat haec " clamat "non imperet ingens
Res mihi, tranquillo vivere si liceat."

Hac prece tandem adiit Delphos, sed Apolline foetis
Cortina ambages has canit ex adytis

"Macte tua virtute, Pedo; mox auspice tali,

Census era servus-sed fugitivus-erit."

W. G. T.