HORACE. Part of Ode 3rd, Book 3rd, paraphrased.

_"Justum et tenacem propositi virum"_


Nor direful rage, nor bois'trous tumult loud,
Nor looks infuriate of the threat'ning crowd--
Nor haughty tyrants, with their angry scowl,
Like beasts that o'er the traveller's pathway prowl--
Nor southern storm, that o'er the ocean raves,
And swells in mountain heights its restless waves,
Can aught avail, with all their force combined,
To shake the man with firm, though tranquil, mind!
Guided by Justice and by Wisdom's laws,
Secure he stands to guard his righteous cause.
What--tho' in awful haste the tott'ring world,
By Heaven's command, be into ruin hurl'd:
As on a rock unshaken he remains,
Upborne by Him who all the just sustains!
Destruction's thunders rage from pole to pole--
Yet he undaunted smiles, and bids them calmly roll!

TOSCAR.

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ST. SEPULCHRE'S BELL.

(_For the Mirror_.)