The third edition of this delightful book was published in 1846. And now the reader would know something of the originals, which these grave and learned men have thought it worthy of their talents and time, to turn into Greek and Latin. I scarcely know where to select a specimen, among articles, every one of which is prepared, with such exquisite taste, and such perfect knowledge of the capabilities of the language employed. Among the readers of the Transcript, I happen to know some fair scholars, who would relish a Greek epigram, on any subject, as highly, as others enjoy a pointed paragraph in English, on the subject of rum and molasses. Here is a Greek version of the ditty--"What care I how black I be," by Mr. Hawtrey, Principal of Eton, which I would transcribe, were it not that a Greek word, now and then, presented in the common type, suggests to me, that you may not have a Greek font. It may be found by those, who are of the fancy, on page 49 of the work. Here is a version by Mr. Hodgson--how the shrill, thready voice of my dear old nurse rings in my ears, while reading the original! God reward her kind, untiring spirit--she has gone where little Pickles cease from troubling, and where weary nurses are at rest:-- Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man, So I do, master, as fast as I can. Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with C, Then it will answer for Charley and me. Tunde mihi dulcem pistor, mihi tunde farinam. Tunditur, O rapida tunditur illa manu. Punge decenter acu, tituloque inscribe magistri; Sic mihi, Carolulo, sic erit esca meo. The contributions of Mr. H. Drury, the editor, are inferior to none-- There was an old man in Tobago, Who liv'd on rice gruel and sago; Till, much to his bliss, His physician said this: 'To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go.' Senex æger in Tarento De oryxa et pulmento Vili vixerat invento; Donec medicus Seni inquit valde læto, 'Senex æger, o gaudeto, Crus ovinum, jam non veto Tibi benedicus.' Decidedly the most felicitous, though by no means the most elaborate in the volume, is the following, which is also by the editor, Mr. Drury-- Hey diddle diddle! The cat and the fiddle! The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed to see such sport; And the dish ran away with the spoon. Hei didulum--atque iterum didulum! Felisque fidesque! Vacca super lunæ cornua prosiluit. Nescio qua catulus risit dulcedine ludi; Abstulit et turpi lanx cochleare fuga. A Latin version of Goldsmith's mad dog, by H. J. Hodgson, is very clever, and there are some on solemn subjects, and of a higher order.