that man smelt of the stables, and ate with his knife. Little peculiarities explained at the time as being eccentricities of the aristocracy, but now! It was a sad come down for our hero though. Instead of the smiles and bows that used to greet him at every turn, he now only met noses so rigidly turned up that he began to fear they would stay turned up like his bull dog's. The only person who thoroughly enjoyed the joke was Admiral Pigsed, who roared and chuckled and turned so purple in the face that his heir-at-law began to look anxiously for an apoplexy. But it didn't come, and the Admiral lived long enough to enjoy many a hearty laugh at his old foe the General. As for poor Miss Smilkin, she had to go away for a month to the sea side, she was so upset! E. ADONIDIS EPITAPHIUM. From BION (Id. I.). I WALL the fair Adonis-he is dead, I wail Adonis; with me wail the Loves. The fair Adonis on the mountain lies, His white white flank gashed by a whiter tooth, And o'er his snow-white flesh weeps down black blood For him, that boy, his dogs howl'd forth lament, Roams sad, unkempt, unsandaled, through the brakes, Drink in her sacred blood; but she goes on Through valleys long with her shrill sad laments, "Ah Cytherea!" with me wail the Loves. VOL. V. L The rivers weep for Aphrodite's woes, The fountains mourn Adonis on the hills, And echo answered "fair Adon is dead." "Till from thy soul into my mouth and heart 66 Thy spirit ebb, and I thy sweet charm draw "And drain thy love; this kiss I'll sacred keep "As Adon's self; since thou, ill-starr'd one fliest, "Thou fliest far and com'st to Acheron "And its grim dreadful king: but I, alas, "For thou art much more mighty: all that's fair "And wail my dead Adonis, fearing thee, "Diest thou thrice-yearn'd for? my love-dream is gone "And Cytherea's widow'd; through the halls "The vain Loves flit; with thee my charms are gone. As much in tears sheds Paphia, as in blood No more in thickets, Cypris, wail thy lord, Let dead Adonis rest upon thy couch, Chaplets on him and flowers; all with him, And round him weeping wail aloud the Loves; με. * RECOLLECTIONS OF A CHRISTMAS AT ROME. (A Lecture.) NOTE. The following was delivered as one of a Parochial Course of Lectures in one of the suburbs of Manchester, and its character was of course determined by the character of the audience. Had the lecturer been writing for classical students, he might have taken up other branches of the subject, but he ventures to hope that these more general reminiscences may prove interesting at any rate to the non-classical subscribers to The Eagle. NOT very long ago, an American took passage in one of the Messageries' steamers from Marseilles, to Alexandria. The steamer called at Civita Vecchia to take in cargo, and, as usual, remained there for the greater part of the day. Now Civita Vecchia is not the most amusing place in the world. It is a small seaside town, hardly more indeed than a village, and not a fashionable watering place. The only excitement which the place knows is caused by the arrival of the steamer and by the daily manœuvres of the garrison. The former, of course, was over, and the latter do not last for ever, and if they did, would become tedious after half an hour. So our American, being moreover one of those thorough travellers, who never lose a chance of seeing what comes in their way, went to the Railway station, and finding a train just starting took a ticket for Rome. When he reached the city he called the first vetturino that he saw, and said to him-"I've got just fifty minutes before my train goes back, and you must shew me Rome." Not a very easy task you will all admit; yet it is this task which I have before me to night. Nay, I may say, even a more difficult one-for the cabman was only expected to show the outside of Rome-while I, if this lecture is to interest you, must show you something also of the people, their character, and their customs. With such a task before me, I may fairly ask every indulgence at your hands. On the 19th of December, 1864, I found myself with three companions at the office of the Messageries Impériales at Marseilles. The weather was not very calm, so that it |