Rooted where earth's majestic forces sleep,

In quiet breathing on the breast of night :

Proud thoughts were his that scaled the infinite

Of loftiest grasp, and calm Elysian sweep;

Fierce thoughts were his that burnt the donjon keep

Of ancient wrong, to flood its crypts with light;

Yet o'er his genius, firm as Ailsa's rock, Large, Atlantaen, with grim grandeur dowered,

Love bloomed, and buds of tender beauty flowered:

Yet down his rugged massiveness of will

Unscarred by alien passion's fiery shock, Mercy flowed melting like an Alpine

rill!

-Paul H. Hayne.

February 5,

DEATH OF CATO.

Marcus Porcius Cato was a Roman patriot and Stoic philosopher. He sided with Pompey against Cæsar on the outbreak of the civil war in the year 49 and after the battle of Pharsalia he committed suicide on Feb. 5, 46 B. C., having learned of Cæsar's victory at Thapsus.

Caesar's arms have thrown down all distinction;

Whoe'er is brave and virtuous is a Roman

THE BALLAD OF PACO TOWN.

Out of his saddle he sprang as gay
As a schoolboy taking a holiday;
Wire in hand up the pole he went
With never a glance at the tower,
intent

Only on that which he saw appear
As the line of his duty plain and clear.
To the very crest he climbed, and
there,

While the bullets buzzed in the scorching air,

Clipped his clothing, and scored and stung

The slender pole-top to which he clung, Made the wire that was severed sound, Slipped in his careless way to the ground,