It is a proof of the fairness with which Mr. Elton has aimed at a literal rendering of his author, that he has made even the name of ARISTOGEITON retain its place; as inharmonious a one, perhaps, as ever "filled the trump of future fame." In the Edinburgh Review for January, 1833, we find a translation of considerable merit, in the stanza of "Bruce's Address:" less literal than Mr. Elton's, yet more brief and simple, and partaking more of the thrilling energy of the original. In its arrangement, the edition of Ilgen is followed. It is due to the author of the foregoing translation to say, that it was written long before the year in which this one was published; and before he had seen the seven or eight others above mentioned. "Wreathed with myrtles be my glaive,[1] Like the falchion of the brave, Death to Athens' lord that gave, Death to Tyranny! Yes! let myrtle wreaths be round, Such as then the falchion bound, When with deeds the feast was crown'd, Done for Liberty! Voiced by Fame eternally, Noble pair! your names shall be, For the stroke that made us free, When the tyrant fell! Death, Harmodius! came not near thee, Isles of bliss and brightness cheer thee, There heroic breasts revere thee, There the mighty dwell!" [Footnote 1: Sword.] P. SONNET. O fairest flow'r; no sooner blown than blasted, Soft silken primrose faded timelessly.--_Milton_. It was an infant dying! and I stood Watching beside its couch, to mark how Death, His hour being come, would steal away the breath Of one so young, so innocent, so good. Friends also waited near--and now the blood 'Gan leave the tender cheek, and the dark eye To lose its wonted lustre. Suddenly Slight tremblings o'er him came; anon, subdued To utter passiveness, the sufferer lay, Far, far more beautiful in his decay Than e'er methought before! I held his hand Fast lock'd in mine, and felt more feebly flow The pulse already faint and fluttering. Lo! It ceased; I turn'd, and bow'd to God's command.[1] [Footnote 1: Samuel II. Chap. xii.--22, 23.] * * * {39} SPECIMENS OF LOVELETTERS IN THE REIGN OF EDWARD IV. From the second volume of a Collection of Original Letters written during the reigns of Henry VI, Edward IV, and Richard III. By John Fenn, Esq., M.A. and F. R. S. I. Right reverend and worshipful, and my right well beloved Valentine, I recommend me unto you, full heartilie desiring to hear of your welfare, which I beseech Almighty God long for to preserve unto his pleasure, and your heart's desire. And if it please you to hear of my welfare, I am not in good heele (_health_) of bodie, nor of heart, nor shall be till I hear from you For there wottes (_knows_) no creature that pain I endure And for to be dead (_for my life_), I dare it not discur (_discover_)