And others cry up Thessaly

The mother of the Lapitha.

Thus each to Homer has assigned
The birthplace just which suits his mind.

But, if I read the volume right,

By Phoebus to his followers given,
I'd say they're all mistaken quite,
And that his real country's heaven;
While for his mother, she can be
No other than Calliope.

Antipater of Sidon. Tr. J. H. Merivale.

Smyrna, Rhodos, Colophon, Salamis, Chios, Argos,

Athenæ,

Orbis de patriâ certat, Homere, tuâ.

HOMER.

Anonymous.

YAN all the wreaths that crown his head

CAN

Compensate now to Homer dead

The living Homer's want of bread?

Yet who would not a beggar be
To be as much renowned as he?

I would in sooth 't were offered me.

Anonymous.

STILL

ON HOMER.

in our ears Andromache complains, And still in sight the fate of Troy remains; Still Ajax fights, still Hector's dragged along, Such strange enchantment dwells in Homer's song; Whose birth could more than one proud realm adorn, For all the world is proud that he was born.

Anonymous.

GREEK POETESSES.

THESE the maids of heavenly tongue,

THE

Reared Pierian cliffs among:

Anyte, as Homer strong,

Sappho, star of Lesbian song;
Erinna, famous Telesilla,
Myro fair, and fair Praxilla;
Corinna, — she, that sang of yore

The dreadful shield Minerva bore.
Myrtis sweet, and Nossis, known
For tender thought and melting tone;
Framers all of deathless pages,
Joys, that live for endless ages,
Nine the Muses famed in heaven,
And nine to mortals earth has given.

Antipater of Thessalonica. Tr. Anon.

SONG OF THE CROW.

ALL persons and all things in Greece seem to have had their own peculiar songs, ploughmen, reapers, millers, weavers, shepherds, etc., as may be seen in Athenæus, XIV. 619. Even the poor unpopular crow could boast of one, and persons went about begging in his name, and piping in strains suitable to his habits and disposition. "The crows," says Mr. Mitchell, " appear to have been in great disfavor with the Athenians; they had the fee-simple of all that society wished to eject from itself; and thus stood to the Greeks somewhat in the relation of that malignant person, who, according to Rabelais, breakfasts on the souls of sergeant-at-arms fricasseed. This song will show that the dislike to the crow did not prevail universally among the Greeks, but that the same use was made of him in some parts, as in others was made of the swallow." - PETER'S Poets and Poetry of Greece and Rome.

L

ORDS and ladies, for your ear
We have a petitioner;

Name and lineage would ye know?
'Tis Apollo's child, the Crow;
Waiting till your hands dispense
Gift of barley, salt, or pence.

He's not one who picks and chooses;
Naught that's proffered he refuses.
Who, to-day, gives salt, he knows
Next day fig or honey throws.
Open, open, gate and door:

Mark! the moment we implore,
Comes the daughter of the squire
With such figs as wake desire.
Maiden, for this favor done,
May thy fortunes, as they run,
Ever brighten. Be thy spouse
Rich, and of a noble house;

May thy sire, in aged ease,
Nurse a boy who calls thee mother;
And his grandam, on her knees,
Rock a girl, who calls him brother;
Kept as bride, in reservation,
For some favored near relation.
But enough now; I must tread
Where my feet and eyes are led;
Dropping at each door a strain,
Let me lose my suit or gain.

Then search, worthy gentles, the cupboard's close nook; To the lord, and still more to the lady, we look : Custom warrants the suit;-let it still then bear sway; And your Crow, as in duty most bounden, shall pray. Anonymous.

GREECE.

AIL, Nature's utmost boast! unrivalled Greece! My fairest reign! where every power benign Conspired to blow the flower of human kind, And lavished all that genius can inspire. Cear, sunny climates by the breezy main, Ionian or Ægean, tempered kind: Light, airy soils: a country rich, and gay Broke into hills with balmy odors crowned, And, bright with purple harvest, joyous vales: Mountains, and streams, where verse spontaneous flowed; Whence deemed by wondering men the seat of gods, And still the mountains and the streams of song.

All that boon Nature could luxuriant pour
Of high materials, and my restless arts
Frame into finished life. How many states,
And clustering towns, and monuments of fame,
And scenes of glorious deeds, in little bounds?
From the rough tract of bending mountains, beat
By Adria's here, there by Egean waves;
To where the deep adorning Cyclade Isles
In shining prospect rise, and on the shore
Of farthest Crete resounds the Libyan main.

James Thomson.

FAIR

GREECE.

AIR Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scattered children forth, And long-accustomed bondage uncreate? Not such thy sons who whilome did await, The hopeless warriors of a willing doom, In bleak Thermopyla's sepulchral strait, O, who that gallant spirit shall resume,

Leap from Eurotas' banks, and call thee from the tomb?

Spirit of Freedom! when on Phyle's brow
Thou sat'st with Thrasybulus and his train,
Couldst thou forebode the dismal hour which now
Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain?
Not thirty tyrants now enforce the chain,
But every carle can lord it o'er thy land;
Nor rise thy sons, but idly rail in vain,