fin_ the _joven anthropos_,
_Philoun_ the _duo_ maids,
Resolved _proponere ad_ Kate
_Devant cet_ evening's shades,
_Procedens_ then to Kate's _domo_,
_Il trouve_ Amanda there,
_Kai_ quite forgot his late resolves,
Both _sunt_ so goodly fair,
_Sed_ smiling on the new _tapis_,
Between _puellas_ twain,
_Coepit_ to tell _suo_ love _a_ Kate
_Dans un poetique_ strain.
_Mais_, glancing ever _et_ anon
At fair Amanda's eyes,
_Illae non possunt dicere_
_Pro_ which he meant his sighs.
Each _virgo_ heard the demi-vow,
_Con_ cheeks as _rouge_ as wine,
_Ed_ offering, each, a milk-white hand,
Both whispered, "_Ich bin dein._"

_MALUM OPUS_

Prope ripam fluvii solus
A senex silently sat;
Super capitum ecce his wig,
Et wig super, ecce his hat.

Blew Zephyrus alte, acerbus,
Dum elderly gentleman sat;
Et a capite took up quite torve
Et in rivum projecit his hat.

Tunc soft maledixit the old man,
Tunc stooped from the bank where he sat,
Et cum scipio poked in the water,
Conatus servare his hat.

Blew Zephyrus alte, acerbus,
The moment it saw him at that;
Et whisked his novum scratch wig
In flumen, along with his hat.

Ab imo pectore damnavit,
In coeruleus eye dolor sat;
Tunc despairingly threw in his cane,
Nare cum his wig and his hat.

_L'Envoi_

Contra bonos mores, don't swear
It est wicked you know (verbum sat)
Si this tale habet no other moral
Mehercle! You're gratus to that.

--James A. Morgan

_FELIS_

A cat sedebat on our fence
As laeta as could be;
Her vox surgebat to the skies,
Canebat merrily.

My clamor was of no avail,
Tho' clare did I cry.
Conspexit me with mild reproof,
And winked her alter eye.

Quite vainly ieci boots, a lamp,
Some bottles and a book;
Ergo, I seized my pistol, et
My aim cum cura took.

I had six shots, dixi, "Ye gods,
May I that felis kill!"
Quamquam I took six of her lives
The other three sang still.

The felis sang with major vim,
Though man's aim was true,
Conatus sum, putare quid
In tonitru I'd do.

A scheme advenit in my head
Scivi, 'twould make her wince--
I sang! Et then the hostis fled
Non eam vidi since.

--_Tennessee University Magazine_

_AMANTIS RES ADVERSAE_

A homo ibat, one dark night
Puellas visitare
Et mansit there so very late
Ut illi constet cura.

Pueri walking by the house
Saw caput in fenestra,
Et sunt morati for a while
To see quis e