Through Alpines snow,through Parthian sand, | By a path that wound to the vales below,

With firm and steady tread,

We bear with us our Fatherland,

Our Roman rights inbred.

And where we pitch our camp each night

There dwells our native zone,

We follow on our eagles' flight,

The whole world is our own.

With victory won the sword is sunk,
We work with plow and spade,

The land which Roman blood has drunk
Is Roman Penates made.

By Euphrates' and Danube's streams
We worship Roman Lares,
And soon another Rome outgleams
'Midst rude barbarian stares.

The forest falls, the swamps are dried,
The lictor's rods draw near,

A beauteous world grows by our side,
The olive, vine, appear.

We build stone roads throughout the lands
O'er which till last of days

The brazen tread of warlike bands
Shall echo forth our praise.

From Delphic priest's inspired face
The word of fate resounded,
That stable as the earth's own base
The might of Rome is founded.

From pole to pole eternal will
Our Roman eagles fly,
While on the Capitolian hill
The gods enthroned dwell nigh.
Translated by H. PHILLIPS, JR.

A TRUE STORY OF A FAWN.

[Anna Drinker, better known by her pen-nanie of "Edith May," was born in Philadelphia in 1827, but has resided chiefly in Montrose, Pa. She was a contributor to Sartain's Magazine and to the Home Journal (1848-50). Her poems are characterized by felicities of expression, dramatic faculty, and occasional imaginative power. She has published in book form, Poems by

At the side of a leaping brook.

Long and sore had his journey been,

By the dust that clung to his forest green,
By the stains on his broidered moccasin;
And over his shoulder his rifle hung,
And an empty horn at his girdle swung.

The eve crept westward. Soft and pale
The sunset poured its rosy flood
Slanting over the wooded vale;
And the weary hunter stood
Looking down on his cot below,
Watching his children there at play,

Watching the swing on the chestnut bough
Flit to and fro through the twilight gray,
Till the dove's nest rocked on its quivering
spray.

Faint and far through the forest wide

Came a hunter's voice and a hound's deep

cry;

Silence, that slept in the rocky dell,
Scarcely woke as her sentinel

Challenged the sound from the mountain-side;
Over the valleys the echo died,

And a doe sprang lightly by,

And cleared the path, and panting stood
With her trembling fawn by the leaping flood.

She spanned the torrent at a bound,

And swiftly onward, winged by fear,
Fled as the bay of the deep-mouthed hound
Fell loudly on her ear;

And pausing by the waters deep,

Too slight to stem their rapid flow,
Too weak to dare the perilous leap,
The fawn sprang wildly to and fro,
Watching the flight of her lithe-limbed doe.
Now she hung o'er the torrent's edge,

And sobbed and wept as the waves shot by,
Now she paused on the rocky ledge,

With head erect and steadfast eye,
Listening to the stag-hound's cry;
Close from the forest the deep bay rang,
Close in the forest the echoes died,
And over the pathway the brown fawn sprang,
And crouched by the hunter's side.

"Edith May" (Philadelphia, 1854); Tales and Verses for Deep in the thickets the boughs unclasped,

Children (1855); and Katy's Story.]

Down from a mountain's craggy brow

His homeward way the hunter took,

Leaped apart with a crashing sound,
Under the lithe vines sure and fast

Came on the exulting hound,

"We roam over mountains and valley and When the dewdrops of summer bespangle the sea,

and philosophy at Gottingen, was appointed rector at Otterndorf, and afterwards at Eutin, and went (1805) to Heidelberg, where he assisted in reorganizing the University. Voss was an accomplished translator of Greek and Latin classics. His idyl," Louise," once so popular, has become obsolete, while his poem, "Der siebzigste Geburtstag," is still found in many German reading books. He died at Heidelberg, March 29th, 1826.]

As I sat spinning at the door

A youth advanced along the road: His dark eye smiled at me and o'er

His cheek a tint of crimson glowed:

I then looked up, in thought 'twas done,
And sat so bashfully and spun.
"Good-morrow, gentle maid," he spoke,
Approaching with a timid grace;
I trembled, and the thread, it broke,
My heart beat with a quicker pace.
Again the thread I fastened on,
And sat so bashfully and spun.

With soft caress he pressed my hand,
And swore none could with it compare;
No! not the fairest in the land,

So white and round, so soft and fair.
Though by this praise my heart was won,
I sat so bashfully and spun.

Upon my chair he leant his arm,

And praised the fineness of the thread,
His lips so near, so red and warm,

How tenderly "Sweet maid," they said!
Thus none e'er looked at me, not one;
I sat so bashfully and spun.

Meanwhile his handsome countenance

Bent downwards and approached my cheek, My head encountered his by chance,

the natives at Hawaii, in 1779. Captain Cook was distinguished in the navy as early as 1755, and when the spirit of geographical science revived in England, where it had slept since the age of Elizabeth, he was placed in command of an expedition to the Pacific Ocean. Sir Joseph Banks and other men of science accompanied him, and in April, 1769, he reached Tahiti (then called Otaheite), sailing in search of the great continent supposed to exist, and reaching New Zealand, which had remained a terra incognila since its discovery. He took possession of Botany Bay and Australia in the name of England, encountering many dangers, and returning to London in 1771. Captain Cook's second voyage (1772-74), in command of two vessels, was in the Southern Ocean, and he discovered the island of New Caledonia. His third voyage was undertaken in search of a northwest passage in the Arctic regions, during which he discovered several islands, visited the shores of Alaska, but failed to penetrate Behring's Straits. In this voyage he discovered the Sandwich Islands, named by him, on one of which he met his tragical death. Captain Cook was noted for sagacity, intelligence, and persever The account of his first voyage was drawn up by Dr. Hawkesworth, and the third from his papers by Captain King. From the account of the third voyage we quote the following.]

ance.

On the 2d of January, 1779, the ships resumed their course to the northward, and though several evidences occurred of the vicinity of land, none was discovered till the 18th, when an island made its appearance, bearing northeast by east. Soon after, more land was seen, lying towards the north, and entirely detached from the former. The succeeding day was distinguished by the discovery of a third island, in the direction of west-northwest, and as far distant as the eye could reach. In steering towards the second island, our voyagers had some doubt whether the land before them was inhabited; but this matter was speedily cleared up, by the putting off of some canoes from the shore, containing from three to six men each. Upon their approach, the English were agreeably surprised to find that they spoke the language of Otaheite, and of the other countries which had lately been visited. These people were at first fearful of going on board; but when, on the 20th, some of them took courage, and ventured to do it, they expressed an astonishment, on entering the ship, which Captain Cook had CAPTAIN COOK DISCOVERS THE never experienced in the natives of any

While bending the lost thread to seek,
He kissed me then, while I, undone,
Sat bashfully and spun and spun.

I turned to chide with earnest face,
But bolder still he then became,
He clasped me with a fond embrace,
And kissed my cheek as red as flame.
O, tell me, sisters, tell me! how
Could I to spin continue now?

Translated by A. BASKERVILLE.

SANDWICH ISLANDS.

place, during the whole course of his several voyages. Their eyes continually flew [Captain James Cook, a famous English navi- from object to object; and, by the wildness of their looks and gestures, they fully

gator and writer, born in 1728, in Yorkshire, killed by

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manifested their entire ignorance with re- |
lation to everything they saw, and strongly
marked to our navigators, that, till this
time, they had never been visited by Eu-
ropeans, or been acquainted with any of
our commodities, excepting iron. Even
with respect to iron, it was evident that
they had only heard of it, or, at most, had
known it in some small quantity, brought
to them at a distant period; for all they
understood concerning it was, that it was
a substance much better adapted to the
purposes of cutting, or the boring of holes,
than anything their own country produced.
The ceremonies on entering the ship, their
gestures and motions, and their manner
of singing, were similar to those which our
voyagers had been accustomed to see in the
places lately visited.

far was any obstruction from being met with in watering, that, on the contrary, the inhabitants assisted our men in rolling the casks to and from the pool; and readily performed whatever was required.

Affairs thus going on to the captain's satisfaction, he made an excursion into the country, accompanied by Mr. Anderson and Mr. Webber, the former of whom was as well qualified to describe with the pen, as the latter was to represent with his pencil, whatever might occur worthy of observation. In this excursion, the gentlemen, among other objects that called for their attention, found a Morai. On the return of our commander, he had the pleasure of finding that a brisk trade for pigs, fowls, and roots was carrying on with the greatest good order, and without any attempt to cheat or steal, on the part of the natives. The rapacious disposition they at first displayed was entirely cor

There was, likewise, a farther circumstance in which these people perfectly resembled the other islanders; and that was, in their endeavoring to steal what-rected by their conviction that it could not ever came within their reach; or rather to take it openly, as what would either not be resented, or not hindered. The English soon convinced them of their mistake, by keeping such a watchful eye over them, that they afterwards were obliged to be less active in appropriating to themselves every object that struck upon their fancy, and excited the desire of possession.

Mr. Williamson being sent with the boats to search for water, and attempting to land, the inhabitants came down in such numbers, and were so violent in their endeavors to seize upon the oars, muskets, and, in short, everything they could lay hold of, that he was obliged to fire, by which one man was killed. This unhappy circumstance was not known to Captain Cook till after he had left the island; so that all his measures were directed as if nothing of the kind had happened.

When the ships were brought to an anchor, our commander went on shore; and, at the very instant of his doing it, the collected body of the natives all fell flat upon their faces, and continued in that humble posture, till, by expressive signs, he prevailed upon them to rise. Other ceremonies followed; and the next day a trade was set on foot for hogs and potatoes, which the people of the island gave in exchange for nails and pieces of iron, formed into something like chisels.

So

be exercised with impunity. Among the articles which they brought to barter, the most remarkable was a particular sort of cloak and cap, that might be reckoned elegant, even in countries where dress is eminently the object of attention. The cloak was richly adorned with red and yellow feathers, which were highly beautiful, and the newness and freshness of which added not a little to their beauty.

On the 22d, a circumstance occurred, which gave the English room to suspect that the people of the island are eaters of human flesh. Not, however, to rest the belief of the existence of so horrid a practice on the foundation of suspicion only, Captain Cook was anxious to inquire into the truth of the fact, the result of which was its being fully confirmed. An old man, in particular, who was asked upon the subject, answered in the affirmative, and seemed to laugh at the simplicity of such a question. His answer was equally affirmative on a repetition of the inquiry; and he added, that the flesh of men was excellent food, or, as he expressed it, savoury eating." It is understood that enemies slain in battle are the sole objects of this abominable custom.

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The island at which our voyagers had now touched was called Atooi by the natives. Near it was another island, named Onecheow, where our commander came to an anchor on the 29th of the month. The inhabitants were found to resemble