8. Wings, lend wings for the cold, the clear! Roses will bloom nor want beholders, Sprung from the dust where our own flesh moulders. What shall arrive with the cycle's change? A novel grace and a beauty strange. I will make an Eve, be the artist that began her, Shaped her to his mind! Alas! in like manner They circle their rose on my rose tree. PROTUS. AMONG these latter busts we count by scores, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, As those were all the little locks could bear. Now read here. "Protus ends a period Born in the porphyry chamber at Byzant; To pacify the world when it should see. The captains ranged before him, one, his hand Made baby points at, gained the chief command. And day by day more beautiful he grew In easy tones a life's experience: And artists took grave counsel to impart In one breath and one hand-sweep, all their art - Since well beseems it, whoso mounts the throne, - Stop! Have you turned two pages? Still the same. A blacksmith's bastard, whose hard hand reprieved As hearsay. Some think John let Protus live About the hunting-stables. I deduce He wrote the little tract 'On worming dogs,' Is extant yet. A Protus of the Race Is rumoured to have died a monk in Thrace, — Here's John the Smith's rough-hammered head. eye Gross jaw and griped lips do what granite can Great HOLY-CROSS DAY. ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. ["Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, and now must my lord preach his first sermon to the Jews as it was of old cared for in the merciful bowels of the Church, that, so to speak, a crumb at least from her conspicuous table here in Rome, should be, though but once yearly, cast to the famishing dogs, under-trampled and bespitten-upon beneath the feet of the guests. And a moving sight in truth, this, of so many of the besotted, blind, restive, and ready-to-perish Hebrews! now paternally brought — nay, (for He saith, Compel them to come in,') haled, as it were, by the head and hair, and against their obstinate hearts, to partake of the heavenly grace. What awakening, what striving with tears, what working of a yeasty conscience! Nor was my lord wanting to himself on so apt an occasion; witness the abundance of conversions which did incontinently reward him though not to my lord be altogether the glory." — Diary by the Bishop's Secretary, 1600.] Though what the Jews really said, on thus being driven to church, was rather to this effect: 1. FEE, faw, fum! bubble and squeak! Blessedest Thursday 's the fat of the week. Rumble and tumble, sleek and rough, |