The Sun.
London, England, 1828-06-09 00:00:00

LITERATUitE.

ETYMOLOGICAL DICTIONARY.—LoNnox, 1828.
We take shame to ourselves for not having before
noticed this very meritorious work by the Rev. F.
Valpy. his full of learned,curiouS, and even amu-
sing research respecting the ttymologies of the Latin
language; their origin from, and connection with
the Greek tongue, arc explained with the point and
Pilkeision of a master; of one who fully feels the im-
portance of his subject, and is equally successful in
simplifying its intricacies to the student. We know
of no similar work so copious, and at the same time
so satisfactory ill its details.

THE BOY'S OWN BOOK. LONDON, MS.

This is quite a little gem. We know not which
to admire most, the extreme utility of the concep-
tion, or the tasty, compact, and ornamental form of
the execution. The book professes to be a sort of En-
cyclopaedia of all those little amusements and matters
of instruction that are most likely to find favour in
the eyes of boyhood.- " Our plan," says the ingeni-
ous Editor, i❑ the course of his prefatory remarks,
" embraces the amusements of all minds, of all sea-
sons—in winter-and in summer—at home and abroad
—the_ robust and the delicate—the contemplative
and the ingenious—have each their tastes provided
for. The sports and exercises of out-door enjoy-
ment, the pastimes of a winter fire-side, and the re-
creations of science, are Closely detailed in our
pages." This is literally and without exaggeration
the fact. The book is full of useful and tasty va-
riety, and each subject, whether scientific, gymnas-
tic, amusing, or purely mechanical, is introduced
and illustrated with appropriate and explanatory
wood-cuts. The type is remarkable for its neat-
ness, and the volume itself is a portable and conve-
nient duodecimo.

SORTES HORATIAN/E.

L—D E—N.
Fis anus, et tamen
Vis formosa vide! i
Ludisque et bibis impudent.

Lib. IV. Od.
Of late, ray good Lord, you've become an old woman,
Yet you still roar for place with the lungs of a showman,
And cheer--as if touched by some influence Lunary—
At Pitt Club ovations, the rankest buffiamery.

M—SS of
Nec mens mihi.
Lib. I. Od. xiii.
I speak, but each speech is as empty as wind,
Fur this excellent reason, I have not a mind.

Mr. G--N.
3lisce stultitiam cousiliis brevetu
Dolce est desipere in loco.
Lib. IV. Od. xii.
amid your lv isdom's varied grace,
Pray, let us some redeeming folly trace,
-Tis orthodox to be a fool in place. 3

THE R----N C—S.
Occidit, oocidit
Spes omnis, et fortuna nostri
Nominia, Asdrubale interempto.
Lib. IV. Od.
'Tis sett—the proud sun that our fancy delighted,
That dawn'd on our prospects as Light o'er the sea
Our claims are dishonour'd, our souls are benighted,
And hope lies interr'd, hapless Canning, with thee.

EOFW W—N.
Ccelo tanantern credidimus Joys=
Regnare, prtesens Divus habebitur
Augustus, adjectis Britannic
Imperio, gravibusque Persia.
iii. Od. 5.
When cloud-born thunders rend the affrighted sky,
We know and feel a God is passing by,
So, I presume, must Britain awe-struck own
Her idol of the hour, in W—n,
Since in his Grace's uniform are seen
Murray, and that wise Thane, L—d A—n.

THE P—TT C—B.
l'u temper urges modis
Mysten ademrum,tec tibi vespero
Surgente, decedunt mores
_

Lib. ft. Od. 5.
Your idol, unforgotten Pitt,
For ever prompts your dismal wit ;
From main to' night, from year to year,
Pitt is your Orange note of liar:
No matter how the world bas chatted,
Your thoughts are never hence estranged ;
Tho' man and mind and feeling's tone,
Now flow in altered channels on,
Ye, by some strange delirium emit,
Yell out for ever, Pitt, Pitt, Pitt !

THE U--A T-S.
0 navis, referent in mare to novi
Fluctus : 0 quid agib? fortiter occups
Portutn nouue vides ut
Nudum remigio I•itus,
Antennzeque gemant ?
Quattivis Pontius pinus
Sylvan fills nobilis,
*tes et genus et no►nen inutile ;
it pictis tin►idus navita puppibus
Fidit. Tu nisi ventis
Debits luclibrium cave.

Lib 1. Od. !4,
Misguided crew, launch not your bark, again,
thit make for port, safe sheltered Irons the main,
Your vessel's timbers creak from stern to stem:
her mast is gone, and shattered is the helm ;
What, tho' she boast, to blind the yublie eye,
A long descent of sylvan ancestry,
The cautious tar heeds not ennobled decks
And scutchened fronts, but dread a impending wrecks,
Then make for port, or to wind, wave and rock
Yield up your puppet bark, a I,augbing stock.