This word, Time, is the only word in the English language which can be thus arranged, and the different transpositions thereof are all at the same time Latin words. These words, in English as well as in Latin, may be read either upward or downward. Their signification as Latin words is as follows:—Time—fear thou; Item—likewise; Meti—to be measured; Emit—he buys. Some striking German and Latin anagrams have been made of Luther’s name, of which the following are specimens. Doctor Martinus Lutherus transposed, gives _O Rom, Luther ist der schwan_. In D. Martinus Lutherus may be found _ut turris das lumen_ (like a tower you give light). In Martinus Lutherus we have _vir multa struens_ (the man who builds up much), and _ter matris vulnus_ (he gave three wounds to the mother church). Martin Luther will make _lehrt in Armuth_ (he teaches in poverty). Jablonski welcomed the visit of Stanislaus, King of Poland, with his noble relatives of the house of Lescinski, to the annual examination of the students under his care, at the gymnasium of Lissa, with a number of anagrams, all composed of the letters in the words _Domus Lescinia_. The recitations closed with a heroic dance, in which each youth carried a shield inscribed with a legend of the letters. After a new evolution, the boys exhibited the words _Ades incolumis_; next, _Omnis es lucida_; next, _Omne sis lucida_; fifthly, _Mane sidus loci_; sixthly, _Sis columna Dei_; and at the conclusion, _I scande solium_. A TELEGRAM ANAGRAMMATISED. Though but a _late germ_, with a wondrous elation, Yet like a _great elm_ it o’ershadows each station. _Et malgré_ the office is still a large fee mart, So joyous the crowd was, you’d thought it a _glee mart_; But they raged at no news from the nation’s belligerent, And I said _let’m rage_, since the air is refrigerant. I then _met large_ numbers, whose drink was not sherbet, Who scarce could look up when their eyes the gas-_glare met_; So when I had learned from commercial adviser That _mere galt_ for sand was the great fertilizer, I bade _Mr. Eaglet_, although ’twas ideal, Get some from the clay-pit, and so _get’m real_; Then, just as my footstep was leaving the portal, I met an _elm targe_ on a great Highland mortal, With the maid he had woo’d by the loch’s flowery _margelet_, And row’d in his boat, which for rhyme’s sake call bargelet, And blithe to the breeze would have set the sail daily, But it blew at that rate which the sailors _term gale_, aye; I stumbled against the fair bride he had married, When a _merle gat_ at large from a cage that she carried; She gave a loud screech! and I could not well blame her, But lame as I was, I’d no wish to _get lamer_; So I made my escape—ne’er an antelope fleeter, Lest my verse, like the poet, should limp through _lag metre_.