BY VINCENT BOURNE.

Sub sepe exiguum est, nec raro in margine ripæ,

Reptile, quod lucet nocte, dieque latet, Vermis habet speciem, sed habet de lumine Nomen ;

At priscâ à famâ non liquet, unde micet. Plerique à caudà credunt procedere lumen;

Nec desunt, credunt qui rutilare caput. Nam superas stellas

quæ nox accendit, et illi Parcam eadem Lucem dat, moduloque parem. Forsitan hoc prudens voluit Natura caveri,

Ne pede quis duro reptile contereret:
Exiguam, in tenebris ne gressum offenderet ullus,

Prætendi voluit forsitan Illa facem
Sive nsum hunc Natura parens seu maluit illum

Haud frustra accensa est Lux, radiique dati.
Ponite vos fastus, humiles nec spernite, magni;

Quando habet et minimum reptile, quod niteat.

I

THE GLOW-WORM.

TRANSLATION OF THE ABOVE.

BENEATH the hedge, or near the stream,

A worm is known to stray;
That shows by night a lucid beam,

Which disappears by day.
Disputes have been, and still prevail,

From whence his rays proceed;
Some give that honour to his tail,

And others to his head.
But this is sure-the hand of might,

That kindles ap the skies,
Gives him a modicum of light

Proportioned to his size.

Perhaps indulgent nature meant,

By such a lamp bestowed,
To bid the traveller, as he went,

Be careful where he trod :
Nor crush a worm, whose useful light

Might serve, however small,
To show a stumbling stone by night,

And save him from a fall.

Whate'er she meant, this truth divine

Is legible and plain,
'Tis power almighty bids him shine,

Nor bids him shine in vain.
Ye proud and wealthy, let this theme

Teach humbler thoughts to you,
Since such a reptile has its gem,

And boasts its splendour too.

CORNICULA.

BY VINCENT BOURNE.

NIGRAs inter aves avis est, quæ plurima turres,

Antiquas ædes, celsaque Fana colit. Nil tam sublime est, quod non audace volatu,

Aeriis spernens inferiora, petit. Quo nemo ascendat, cui non vertigo cerebrum

Corripiat, certè hunc seligit illa locum. Quo vix à terrâ tu suspicis absque tremore,

Illa metûs expers incolumisque sedet.
Lamina delubri sapra fastigia, ventus

Quâ cæli spiret de regione, docet;
Hanc ea præ reliquis mavult, secara pericli,

Nec curat, nedum cogitat, unde cadat.

Res inde humanas, sed summa per otia, spectat,

Et nihil ad sese, quas videt, esse videt. Concursus spectat, plateáque negotia in omni,

Omnia pro nagis at sapienter babet. Clamores, quas infra audit, si forsitan audit,

Pro rebus nihili negligit, et crocitat. Ille tibi invideat, felix Cornicula, pennas,

Qui sic humanis rebus abesse velit.

II.

THE JACK DAW.

TRANSLATION OF THE ABOVE.

There is a bird wbo by his coat,
And by the hoarseness of his note,

Might be supposed a erow;
A great frequenter of the church,
Where bishop-like he finds a perch,

And dormitory too.
Above the steeple shines a plate,
That turns and turns, to indicate

From what point blows the weather.
Look up-your brains begin to swim,
'Tis in the clouds--that pleases him,

He chooses it the rather.

Fond of the speculative height,
Thither he wings bis airy flight,

And thence securely sees
The bustle and the raree-show,
That occupy mankind below,

Secure and at his ease.

You think, no doubt, he sits and muses
On future broken bones and bruises,

If he should chance to fall.
No; not a single thought like that
Employs his philosophic pate,

Or troubles it at all.

He sees that this great roundabout
The world, with all its motley rout,

Church, army, physic, law,
Its customs, and its businesses,
Is no concern at all of his,

And says-what says he?--Caw. Thrice happy bird ! I too have seen Much of the vanities of men ;

And, sick of having seen 'em, Would cheerfully these limbs resign For such a pair of wings as thine,

And such a head between 'em.

AD GRILLUM ANACREONTICUM.

BY VINCENT BOURNE.

O QUI meæ culina
Argutulus Choraules,
Et Hospes es canorus,
Quacunque commoreris.
Felicitatis omen;
Jucundiore cantu
Siquando me salutes,
Et ipse te rependam,
Et ipse, quà valebo,
Nemunerabo muså.

Diceris innocensque
Et gratus inquilinus ;
Nec victitans rapinis,
Ut sorices voraces,
Muresve curiosi,
Furnm que delicatum
Vulgus domesticorum :
Sed tutus in camini
Recessibus, quiete
Contentus et calore.

Beatior Cicada,
Qnæ te referre forma,
Quæ voce te videtûr;
Et saltitans per herbas,
Unias, haud secundæ,
Æstatis est Chorista :
Tu carmen integratum
Reponis ad Decembrem,
Lætus per universum
Incontinenter annum.
Te nulla Lux relinquit,
Te nulla nox revisit,
Non Musicæ vacantem,
Curisve non solutum :
Quin amplies canendo,
Quin amplies fruendo,
Ætatulam, vel omni,
Quam nos Homunciones
Absumimus querendo,
Ætate longiorem