“Locks of raven like thy cousin’s Lovely are, I ween, Features all so calm and holy Seldom e’er are seen! To decide which is the prettier, Two such maids between, “Is too nice a task, sweet maiden, For such youth as I; One is like the morning sunrise, One the evening sky; Both so beautiful and lovely That they charm the eye!” Now with hands enclasped together, Sweetly to behold, Light they bounded o’er the heather Raven locks and gold: While beside me, spell-entrancéd, Stood young Colin bold! Then, afar, I heard them singing Colin’s sweet reply— “One is like the morning sunrise, One the evening sky,” Till their voices in the distance Sounded like a sigh! Came the evening shadows o’er us, As we lingering stood, Clothing landscape all before us, Mountain, vale and wood, With a darkness like the spirit’s Melancholy mood! Then unto young Colin turning, “Colin! sir,” said I, “I will take the morning sunrise, Thou the evening sky, And, within our souls, forever Wear them till we die!” * * * * * TRANSLATION. ODES OF HORACE. BOOK I. ODE XXIII. BY D. R. K. Like frightened fawn, when on the mountain air The crashing hunt comes sweeping near its lair, Trembling it stands, uncertain which to fly, The rustling leaves, or stag-hounds dreadful cry, So thou, my Chloe, when thy swain appears, Thy pallid checks disclose full well thy fears; Thy trembling steps, thy downcast eyes, attest The tumults that assail thy tender breast. Wherefore this causeless fear? this false alarm? Thou surely canst not think I’d do thee harm? When thy fond swain with eager steps draws nigh, With greater signs of fear, thou wouldst not fly Gætulia’s lion, with its dreadful roar— Helvetia’s wolf or Thracia’s savage boar. Oh! calm thy fears and yield me up thy charms— Forsake thy mother’s for thy lover’s arms. * * * * * CLAIRE NEVILLE. BY H. L. JONES. Death was in the house; in the room; in the small pallet where, side by side, lay the mother and her newly born child.