Plenty to all that love good wine,

Donet Deus largius,

And bring them some when they go hence,

Ubi non sitient amplius.

POLYGLOT INSCRIPTION.

The following advertisement in four languages, is inscribed on the window of a public house in Germany:In questa casa trovarete

Toutes les choses que vous souhaitez ;
Vinum bonum, costas, carnes,

Neat post-chaise, and horse and harness.

PARTING ADDRESS TO A FRIEND.

Written by a German gentleman on the termination of a very agreeable, but brief acquaintance.

I often wished I had a friend,

Dem ich mich anvertrauen könnt',
A friend in whom I could confide,
Der mit mir theilte Freud und Leid;
Had I the riches of Girard-

Ich theilte mit ihm Hans und Heerd;

For what is gold? 'tis but a passing metal,
Der Henker hol' für mich den ganzen Bettel.
Could I purchase the world to live in it alone,
Ich gäb' dafür nicht eine hohle Bohn';

I thought one time in you I'd find that friend,
Und glaubte schon mein Sehnen hät ein End;
Alas! your friendship lasted but in sight,
Doch meine grenzet an die Ewigkeit.

THE POLYGLOT MISS BAILEY.

It would be difficult for any one who can read the following translations to say from internal evidence alone which of the three versions was the original, so finished are both the Latin and French :

A Captain bold of Halifax,

Who lived in country quarters,
Seduced a maid, who hanged herself

One Monday in her garters.

His guilty conscience smited him,

He lost his stomach daily

He took to drinking Ratafia,

And thought upon Miss Bailey.

O! Miss Bailey, unfortunate Miss Bailey,
O! Miss Bailey, unfortunate Miss Bailey.

One night as he lay on his bed

'Cause he had got a fever-
Said he, "I am a handsome man,
But I'm a gay deceiver."
At twelve o'clock that very night
His candle burned quite palely,
A ghost stepped up to his bedside,
And cried, "Behold Miss Bailey!"
O! Miss Bailey, &c.

"Avaunt, Miss Bailey," then he cried.
"Your face looks white and mealy."
"O! Captain Smith," the ghost replied
"You've used me ungenteelly-
The Crowner's 'quest goes hard with me
Because I've acted frailly,

And Parson Briggs won't bury me,
Although I'm dead Miss Bailey."
O! Miss Bailey, &c.

"Dear ghost," said he, "since you and I
Accounts must once for all close,

There is a one-pound note in my

Regimental small-clothes;

"Twill bribe the sexton for your grave."

The ghost then vanished gaily,

Saying, "Bless you, wicked Captain Smith,
Remember poor Miss Bailey!"

O! Miss Bailey, &c.-COLMAN.

Seduxit Miles virginem, receptus in hybernis,
Quæ laqueo præcipitem se contulit Avernis.
Impransus ille restitit, sed acrius potabat,
Et conscius facinoris per vina clamitabat.
Bailliam, Bailliam, infortunatam Bailliam!
Proditam, perditam, miserrimamque: Bailliam!
Ardente domum sanguine, dum repsit ad cubile,
O belle Proditorcule, patrasti factum vile!
Nocturne candent lampades-et ecce imago dira
Ante ora stabat militis, dixitque, fumans ira,
Aspice Bailliam, infortunatam Bailliam!
Proditam, &c.

Abito-cur me corporis pallore exanimasti?
Perfidius munusculum, mi vir, administrasti!
Pererro ripas Stygias-recusat justa Pontifex,
Suicidam Quæstor nuncupat, et tua culpa Carnifex!
Tua culpa, carnifex, qui violasti Bailliam!
Proditam, &c.

Sunt mihi bis denisolidi, quam nitidi, quam pulchri !
Hos accipe, et honores cauponabere sepulchri.
Tum Lemuris non facies ut antea iracundior,

Argentum ridens numerat, et ipsa vox jucundior.
Vale, Vale, Corculum! lusisti satis Bailliam;

Vale, Vale, Corculum! nunc lude, si vis aliam.-WRANGHAM.

Un Capitaine hardi d'Halifax
Demeurant dans son quartier,
Séduit une fille, qui se pendit

Un lundi avec sa jarretière;
Sa conscience le tourmenta,
Son estomac fut gélé-

Il prit le fort Ratafia,

Et ne pensa que de Miss Baillée;

Ah la Baillée, la malheureuse Baillée;
Ah la Baillée, la malheureuse Baillée!

Un soir se couchant de bonne heure,
Car il avait la fièvre-

Dit-il, "Je suis un beau garçon,
Mais volage comme un chèvre."
Sa lumière brûle pâle et bleue,
Le suif et coton mêlé,

Une revenante approche son lit,
Et cria, "Voici Baillée."

Ah la Baillée, &c.

Une banque note dans ma culotte
Ferme ton cimetière."
Gaiement s'enfuit alors l'esprit,
Son sort si bien démêlé—
"Adieu, eher fripon Capitaine Smith,
N'oubliez pas votre Baillée."
Ah la Baillée, &c.

Concatenation.

LASPHRISE'S NOVELTIES.

LASPHRISE, a French poet of considerable merit, claims the invention of several singularities in verse, and among them the following, in which it will be found that the last word of every line is the first word of the following line :

:

Falloit-il que le ciel me rendit amoureux,
Amoureux, jouissant d'une beauté craintive,
Craintive à recevoir la douceur excessive,
Excessive au plaisir qui rend l'amant heureux ?
Heureux si nous avions quelques paisibles lieux,
Lieux où plus surement l'ami fidèle arrive,
Arrive sans soupçon de quelque ami attentive,
Attentive à vouloir nous surprendre tous deux.

Subjoined are examples in our own vernacular :

TO DEATH.

The longer life, the more offence;
The more offence, the greater pain;

The greater pain, the less defence;
The less defence, the lesser gain-
The loss of gain long ill doth try,
Wherefore, come, death, and let me die.

The shorter life, less count I find;

The less account, the sooner made;
The count soon made, the merrier mind;
The merrier mind doth thought invade-
Short life, in truth, this thing doth try,
Wherefore, come, death, and let me die.

:

Come, gentle death, the ebb of care;
The ebb of care, the flood of life;
The flood of life, the joyful fare;

The joyful fare, the end of strife-
The end of strife, that thing wish I,
Wherefore, come, death, and let me die.

TRUTH.

Nerve thy soul with doctrines noble,
Noble in the walks of Time,
Time that leads to an eternal,
An eternal life sublime;
Life sublime in moral beauty,
Beauty that shall ever be,
Ever be to lure thee onward,
Onward to the fountain free;
Free to every earnest seeker,

Seeker at the Fount of Youth,

Youth exultant in its beauty,

Beauty found in quest of Truth.-Max Green.

TRYING SKYING.

Long I looked into the sky,

Sky aglow with gleaming stars,

Stars that stream their courses high,

High and grand, those golden cars,

Cars that ever keep their track,

Track untraced by human ray,

Ray that zones the zodiac,
Zodiac with milky-way,
Milky-way where worlds are sown,
Sown like sands along the sea,

Sea whose tide and tone e'er own,
Own a feeling to be free,

Free to leave its lowly place,

Place to prove with yonder spheres,

Spheres that trace athrough all space,

Space and years-unspoken years.—Rev. M. Sheeleigh.

Α

Motives imply weakness, and the existence of evil and temptation. The angelic nature would act from impulse alone. due mean of motive and impulse is the only practicable object of our moral philosophy.—Coleridge.