Nostri praesidium et decus thartri; O tu, Melpomene severioris Certe filia! quam decere formae Donavit Cytherea; quam Minerva Duxit per dubiae vias juventae, Per plausus populi periculosus;-- Nec lapsam--precor, O nec in futuram Lapsuram. Satis at Cam[oe]na dignis Quae te commemoret modis? Acerbos Seu praeferre Monimiae dolores, Frater cum vetitos (nefas!) ruebat In fratris thalamos, parumque casto Vexabat pede; sive Julietae Luctantes odio paterno amores Maris: te sequuntur Horror, Arrectusque comas Pavor. Vicissim In fletum populus jubetur ire, Et suspiria personant theatrum. Mox divinior enitescis, altrix Altoris vigil et parens parentis. At non Graecia sola vindicavit Paternae columen decusque vitae Natam; restat item patri Britanno Et par Euphrasiae puella, quamque Ad scenam pietas tulit paternam. O Bruntona, cito exitura virgo, Et visu cito subtrahenda nostro, Breves deliciae, dolorque longus! Gressum siste parumper oro; teque Virtutesque tuas lyra sonandas Tradit Granta suis vicissim almunis. The following very elegant poem, published as a version of this ode, is rather a paraphrase than a translation. What Gibbon said of Pope's Homer may with some truth be applied to it: "_It has every merit but that of resemblance to the original._" Might not a version equally elegant, but adhering more closely to the original, and preserving more of its peculiar genius be found in America. We wish some of our readers who feel the inspiration of a happy Muse would make the experiment.