The StJames's magazine and United Empire review . ad M. Francoisthere, safe with him. At last came peace, and M. Francois cameback, and now he is the Mdlle. Marguerites husband, and theCounts son. We have lost nearly all we had, and we must work hard formany long years to make it up • but that we escaped far betterthan most of the other villages we owe to the kindness of thatPrussian Colonel, whom may God and Our Lady bless and reward. E. M. P. 51G GEMS FROM CLASSIC VII. Horace, Ode I. v. Pyrrha, in some sequestered grot,Where roses twine around thee. Pressing* thy cheek with kisses
The StJames's magazine and United Empire review . ad M. Francoisthere, safe with him. At last came peace, and M. Francois cameback, and now he is the Mdlle. Marguerites husband, and theCounts son. We have lost nearly all we had, and we must work hard formany long years to make it up • but that we escaped far betterthan most of the other villages we owe to the kindness of thatPrussian Colonel, whom may God and Our Lady bless and reward. E. M. P. 51G GEMS FROM CLASSIC VII. Horace, Ode I. v. Pyrrha, in some sequestered grot,Where roses twine around thee. Pressing* thy cheek with kisses hot,What boy with love hath bound thee, His own dark hyacinthine locks,With thy fair tresses blended ? Ah ! quickly come the varying shocksThat tell of passion ended ; And he will mourn vows light as air, And Pyrrhas troth departed;Ill-starred, to love a girl so fair And yet so faithless-hearted ! And I, who watch his ruin, I, Thank Heaven, at Neptunes door Have hung my dripping clothes to dry,And tempt the seas no more. It •. >fr fLLlNO!. 517 ON THE NILE. BY CAPT. J. W. CLAYTOX. We embarked, my dear 1 in a crazy-looking craft, which was lying* in the Nile at Siene, the place to which Juvenal wasbanished by Domitian, as you will no doubt remember. We hadevery insect in natural history on board, and were soon whirlingalong in the boiling waters and eddies of a cataract formed by thenumberless rocks which fortify the approach to Philae. As soon asever we had passed a lofty projection formed of huge loose bouldersof rock, which look as if the slightest breath would hurl them intathe giddy depths below, there burst upon us the columns andcolonnade of a superb temple, springing from the sloping banks ofa beautiful island, clothed in the most beautiful verdure, and withevery variety of foliage. This was Philse, the same now, in nameat least, as it was when visited by Herodotus, more than 2300years ago. The commencement of these courts of worship isascribed to Ptolemy Philadelp
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