The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1866-07-18

College, has recently published volume OF
"Translatidns into English ana Latin" which
is very well spoken of. 1t contains the first two
books of Homer's "Iliad," the whole of virRips
"Eclogues," fifteen odes and one epode of
Horace, and three pieces from Sophooles, Virgil,
and Catullus. The Homeric translation is in
blank verse, and 1t is pronounced more like
Homer than most of the blank.verse translations
OF the day. How it compares with Lord Derby's
version may be inferred from a passage taken
from both:-
LORD DERBY.
He said, and from the council led the way.
Up lose the scep cred monarchs and Obeye ed
Their leaders call, and round them thronged the
AZ swalms Of bees that pour In ceaseIess stream
From out the cTeVice of some hollow rock,
Now clustering, and anon 'mlo verDal hewers,
Some here some there IN busy NUMBERS ly;
30 to the assembly from their tents and ships
The countless tribes came thTonRing; in their midst,
BY j owe excited Rumor urged them on.
Great was the din and as the mighty mass
Sat down, the solid ear,h beneath them groaned.
MR.. oALvERLEY.
He spake, and slowy from the council moved.
They rose, and followed IN their leaders wake,
Those sceptered kings; the host fooked after them.
AS when from some rocks hollow, swarm on swarm,
RISE mUlttudes OF thickly tbrongng bees,
and hang In clusters on the flowers OF spring,
And fly in myriad@ this way some, some that;
They IN such multitudeS from tent and snip,
Skirting the bottomless seassand marcDed in troops
10 council. With them sped a voice OF fire,
Bidding them on; Zeus sen it; and thev met,
UDqmetly they me Earth grOaned beneath
1he tTamplng OF the hosts As they sat down,
And there was tumult.
The latest poems of Christina Ressette have
been published, from which we select the fol-
lowing couplet, as sweetly rythmical, though
having noIdepth:-
When l am dead my dearest
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses az my head,
Nor shady cypress.trea:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dew-drops wet
And If thou wilt, remember,
And If thou wilt, forget
/ shall not see the shadows,
shall not 1eel the rain;
shall not hear the nphnneale
Sing on, as If in pam:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
HAPPY may remember,
And haplv may forget.
The one given below is less musical, but more
truly poetical:-
Does the road wind uphill all the wayI
will the days journey take the whole long days
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting.place?
root for for When the slow d dark @ hours to oegip'
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before
Then must knock or call when just in sightI
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Shall find comfort, travel.sore and weaks
OF Tabor you shall find the sum.
Will there be beus for me and all who seekg
Yea, beds for all v ho come.
"A Paris correspondent says:-
1.-THE quarrel between NJ. Victorien Sardou
and NJ. Paul Feval has been, happily, termi-
mated without the duel which at one time seemed
imminent; and the latter may repose in peace
on the abundant laurels he has already gath
ered one OF the glossiesL as well as most profit
able OF his laureleaves being his last creation,
The Benoiton Family which, after a short
pause, has resumed the course OF its successes
as brilliantly as ever. The wonderful costumes
| of the actresses in this popular piece nave done
far more to stimulate the existing passion for
costly dress than the moral of the play will ever
| do to restrain II and ever since this TRADE
against eXtravagant dressing has been upon the
| boards of the Vaudeville, all the womanknd of
| the capital has been assiduously initiating the
ravishing tolettes' of the Benoiton ladies. We
have had the Benoiton chain, and bonnets,
head-dresses, Jet, gold silver, straw, and glass,
and on toulards, muslins, silks, and ribbons.
We have crinolines, skirts paletots, boots,
| bracelets, parasols, and horsewhips a Ia Benoi.
| ton, and now we have pastilles, bonbons, and,
lastly, sticks of applesugar rejoicing In the same
magic appelation."
Mr.. Frederick Muller, of Amsterdam, is
publishing a complete edition. for the first time,
| of the works of the Polish Reformer:-"J oannis
| Lasco Opera tenn edita guam inedita. Recen
| suit, ct vitam auctors enerravit A. KuYper
| Tn. Dr.
Mr.. Plumptre, the translator of Sophocles
| has published volume OF poems called master
| and Scholar" etc. etc.
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