The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1889-09-21
OANzONET.

A OANz0NET.
EDITOR INTELLIGENCER:-Inl looking
v some old books and papers OF my
'athcr-the late John f. Ryland-l
came across the following CAN
,%onet," said to have been written 10y
John Quincy Adams, i'll imitation OF
the latin ode Of Horace
''In,eger vitae scelerisque purus
Non eget Mauris %jaculis nj que arcu, :" etc.
The ode in the original is beautiful,
aud every student vino ever read
Horace admired, and doubtless often
repeated it, especially the last s'anza.
| copy the original from Horace and
then give the translation of tie last
stanza thereof from the pen OF one o
onr fellow tOwnsmen now living
who is endowed with II similar taste
fer the classics.
| thought a publication of the "Can'
zonet" might interest some OF the
II iends OF my father, who knew OF hi'
foudness OF the classics, and might in
spire a similar love in the breast o
some of the many young students Of
our various colleges, that would leaG
them TO try TO master the latin anc
other ancient languages, and thus fl
themselves for enjoying some of the
beauties that are to be found in the
W ritings Of The old authors.
Mr.. Adams effort TO initiate Horace
Is both amusing and instructive
Horace wrote:
Integer vitae scelerisque purus
Non eget Mauris jiculls neque arcu
Nee venenatis grayida sagiItis,
Fusce, rharetra,
Siye per SN rtes tier ~aes;uOsas
Sive faciurus per inbOspitalem
Caucasian vel quae l0ca fabulosas
Lambit HNdaspes.
Nsmoue me silva lupus in Sabina.
Dunn mean canto Lalagen ct ultra
Terminam curis vagOr expeditis,
Fugit inermem,
Ouale portentum neqne mlnitarls
lJaunias latiS ALT aesculetis
Nee Jubae tellus general leonnm
Arida nutriX.
Pone m. p,x,i il ubi nulla campis
Arbor Bestiva recreatur aura.
Qucd lalus mundi nebulae malusque
Jupplitr urget;
Pone sub curTu minimum propinqui
Soils In terra domibus negata;
Duice ridentem Lalagen amabo
nrIoa lnnuantan
Mr.. Adams translates-or initiates:
"The man In righteousness arrayed
A pure and bIameless liver.
Needs not the keen Toledo blade.
Nor venom ireighted culver
What though he win his tOilsOme way
Ger regions wild and dreary,
Through Zara's burning desert stray,
Or Asia's lungles dreary;
What though be plough the billowy deep
Bv lunar light or solar;
Meet the resist'ess simoons sweep,
Or iceberg c~ircumpolar,
In hog or qusgmire deep and dark
His foot shall never settle;
He mo- nts the summit OF Mont Blanc,
Or Popocatapetl.
On ~Chimborazo's lofty height.
He treads the blrning lava;
o. snuffs the Bohan Upas blight,
The beautiful plant of Java.
Through every peril he shall pass
BY virtues shield protected
And still by TRUTHS unerring glass
His way shall be directed.
Else wherefore was 1t Thursday last
While strolling down the valley
Defenseless--musing as / past
A canZOnet to Sally.
A wolf, with tooth ~-prOtruding snout
Forth from the jungle bounded,
] clapped my hands and raised a shout;
HI heard and fled ~confounded.
Tangier nor Tunis never bred
An Dnimal more grabbed;
Nor Fee, dry nurse Of lions, fed
A monster half so rabtd.
Not Ararat so fierce a beast
Has seen, since days Of Noah,
Nor strung more eager Tor a least
The fell constructor boa.
Oh, place me where the solar beam
Has scorchcd all verdure yernai;
Dr. on the polar verge extreme
Blocked up with ice eternal;
Still shall my Voices tender lays
or love remain unbrokeD,
And still my charming Sally praise
Sweet smiling, and sweet spoken"
Our townsman's translation of Il
asst stanza, made nc doubt while bas
ing in the sunlight OF the conutenanc
and enjoying the mellow tones of Il
sweet voice of some far daughter
Lexington, is as follows:
..Place me where barren mountains rise
Above Alaska's frozen shore.
Where ieebergs CLEAN along the skies
Whora SnRnn'S wIntry tnFrpnta roar.
Place me- within the green retreats,
OF Madras soft enchanted lies,
NV heart will whisper rs 1t beats
How sweet she speaks-how sweet c
s~n,iies." X