SAMSON AGONISTES.

TALIA nec lacrymas moveant, neque pectoris ægrum
Cum gemitu planctum: neque turpe aut debile quicquam
Aut miserum video; sed pulchræ gloria mortis,
Sed decus, et nostri superant solatia luctus.
Quin agimus: vos fœdum hostili cæde cadaver
Quærite, concretumque herbis purisque cruorem
Fontibus abluite. Interea mihi cura propinquos
Conglomerare meos, (neque enim jam Gaza volentes
Impedit,) et pleno comitantes agmine amicos;
Qui patrias illum, deflendum funus, ad aulas
Solennis referant per justa silentia pompæ.
Mox etiam lauro cingam monumenta perenni
Hac exstructa manu, patulaque tropea sub umbra
Pendebunt platani, quæcunque a Marte triumphans
Abstulit; inscriptasque viri longo ordine dotes,
Vel lyrici mira ponam dulcedine cantus.
Hæc celebrent olim fortis monumenta juventus,
Accendentque animos, ut tanta exempla colentes
Protinus intrepidi sanctæ fastigia famæ
Affectent virtute nova; festisque diebus
Florea virgineæ fundent ibi serta catervæ,
Lævaque plorabunt hymenæi fata catenas
Artubus immisisse graves, oculisque tenebras.

L.

UNFORTUNATE MISS BAILEY.

A CAPTAIN bold in Halifax, who dwelt in country

quarters,

Deceived a maid, who hanged herself one morning in her

garters.

His wicked conscience smited him, he lost his stomach

daily,

Then took to drinking Ratafia, and thought upon Miss

Bailey.

Oh Miss Bailey, unfortunate Miss Bailey!

Oh was there ever such an unfortunate Miss Bailey!

One night he went to bed betimes for he had caught a fever;

Says he, I am a handsome man, but I'm a gay deceiver.'

His candle just at twelve o'clock began to burn quite

palely;

A ghost stept up to his bedside, and cried, Behold

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Miss Bailey !'

'Avaunt, Miss Bailey!' then he cried, your face looks white and mealy.'

Dear Captain Smith,' the ghost replied, 'you've used me ungenteelly:

The Crowner's quest goes hard with me because I've

acted frailly,

And Parson Big wont bury me, though I am dead Miss Bailey!'

Oh Miss Bailey, unfortunate Miss Bailey!

Oh was there ever such an unfortunate Miss Bailey!

BALA INFORTUNATA.

ACER in hybernis Halifaxi ad moenia ductor

Virgineam falso prodidit ore fidem:

Illa periscelidis nodum trabe vinxit ab alta,
Et morti infidos se dedit ulta Deos;
Hunc impermissi torsit mens conscia facti,
Nauseaque exanimis quotidiana gulæ;
Acrior inque dies ardentia vina bibebat—

Sed læsæ haud potuit non memor esse Balæ.
Heu nympha infelix, et iniquis nata sub astris!
Infortunatæ ah perdita fata Balæ!

Quadam nocte ierat cubitum maturius æquo;
Febre calens jacuit, nec sopor illud erat:

Dumque ita Bellus ego, sed bellus proditor'-hora Ter quater insonuit; pallida lampas erat;

Umbra toro illapsa est, dixitque procaciter—' Hæc est
Forma puellaris, frigida forma, Balæ !'

'In magnam Bala tota crucem!'-carissimus ille
Clamitatos album, pollinis instar, habes.'
'O Veneri, Vulcane, tuæ quæ retia texti!
Auctor tu sceleris, tu necis'-umbra refert;
In me Quæsitor Conjuratique severi

Quod laqueo interii, quæ tua culpa, sedent:
Pontifice a pingui tumuli mihi justa negantur;

Nec tranem Stygios fas inhumata lacus.'

Væ mulier misera, et blando male credula amori! Infortunata ah perdita fata Balæ!

'Dear ghost,' says he, since you and I accounts must once for all close,

I have a one pound note within my regimental small

clothes;

"Twill bribe the sexton for your grave.'-The ghost then vanished gaily,

Saying, 'Bless you, wicked Captain S! remember poor Miss Bailey !'

For with his one pound note we find, she stole his leather breeches !

Oh Miss Bailey, unfortunate Miss Bailey!

Nor yet quite so unfortunate as rascally Miss Bailey! COLMAN.

MAT AND TOPAZ.

FULL oft with Mat does Topaz dine,
Eateth French meat and drinketh wine :
But Topaz his own verse rehearseth,
And Mat must praise what Topaz verseth.
Now sure as saint did e'er shrive sinner,
Full hardly earneth Mat his dinner!

PRIOR.

Miles ad hæc Ventum est ut ad ultima, dulcis Imago,
Viginti solidos hæc mea bracca tenet;

Hos cape, et exequias, omnis timor absit, habebis ;
Lætusque excipiet te sine lite Charon.'

Vix ea fatus erat, subitoque evanuit Umbra;
Sique fides, vati, risus in ore fuit;

Dixit et egrediens-Per faustos sis memor annos
Infortunatæ, Dux scelerate, Bala!"

FABULE ACCOMMODATIO.

Nec mora prodigiis!-cum solis vellet ad ortum,
Quod fuerat moris, miles abire domo,
Sensit (nec fas est, qui fur sit, furta queratur)
Cum solidis braccas surripuisse Ralam!

Proh nympha infelix et iniquis nata sub astris!
Infortunatæ ah perfida facta Balæ !

H. D.

PROCILLUS ET ATTICUS.

CENAT Sæpe apud Atticum Procillus :
Illic vina dapesque sumtuosas

Sorbet; versibus at suis citatis,

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Poscit Euge oop@sque' symbolam hospes.

Magni sane emis, O Procille, cœnam !

F. W.