LINES. FROM THE LATIN OF THEODULPHUS, BISHOP OF ORLEANS, A.D. 820.

Adspice ne vitiet tumidus præcordia fastus, Dum loca sublimis editiora tenes, Dumque favent populi vallaris pluribus unus, Undique te septum prosperitate putes; Neve quod es demant oblivia segnia menti, Ultima sit semper conspicienda dies. Ut valeas omni vitiorum sorde carere, Hoc quod es aspicito, non tamen id quod habes. Ipse licet sedeas gemmis ornatus et ostro, Post carnis putridus tempora pulvis eris. Corpus enim fulvo quod nunc accingitur auro Squalenti intectum veste premetur humo. Quod mare, quod terræ, quod et aer gestat edendum, Eheu! sordidulus post cinis illud erit. Quemque tegunt celsis laqueata palatia tectis, Parvaque conquereris culmina magna satis, Clausus in angustâ modicâque tenebris urnâ Vixque domus tibimet corpore major erit. Plura quid enumerem? Visu quod cernitur aptum, Visibus humanis quod favet atque placet, Post vitam vermis, post vermem pulvis habebit, Voce Tonantis erit, quum redit, unde venit.

O thou who, seated in the place of power, Dost hear the praise and see the prostrate crowd, When all things smile upon thy prosperous hour, Let not thy heart be proud! Be not with dull oblivion overcast; Keep ever in thy sight life's certain goal; Consider what thou art, not what thou hast. And so be pure of soul. Thou sittest to-day in purple and in gold; Thy vesture is with jewels clasped to-day; How soon the squalid earth-robe will enfold The little mouldering clay! Of all earth nourishes—the flocks of air, The life that ocean in its deep maintains— Of all the plenty spread for banquets rare— What nothingness remains! Now lofty painted ceilings shield thee well; Now thy broad halls too narrow seem to be; Scarce larger than thy mortal frame, the cell Will soon suffice for thee. What further say? O all that doth rejoice Our human eyes! O all with beauty rife! The worm! the dust! and then—the thunder-voice That calls the dead to life! C. E. B.