PARAPHRASES FROM HORACE.

OUR College Pump! thy crystal stream

That cools my burning thirst,

Is worthy of sweet wine and flowers

(Though better with the first)

I'll sacrifice a calf to thee,

There's many a one about.

'T will be sweet sacrifice to me

To put one fellow out.

And though he dreams of love and bets

And poker to be won,

Thy sparkling stream and his blue blood

Shall mingle into one.

Thou cool'st the burning Dog-star's heat, -

A bulldog-star is he;

And oft to drink, the wandering herd

Of "muckers" runs to thee.

Thou'lt be a very noble Pump,

E'en when my lyre is still;

For learned lips shall press the cups

Thy prattling waters fill.

IONODES III. 26.I'VE lived till now a match for girls;

Behold what spoils my bureau shows!

Fans, ribbons, photographs, and curls,

Letters, and bows.

But now these precious souvenirs

Shall serve to feed my hungry fire;

Yet, Venus, grant a victim's tears

One last desire.

Let Chloe feel one little blow -

Yes, just enough to make her smart -

Of that fell shaft which laid so low

My conquered heart!

E. C. P.