erted,
was born and nourished under peculiar circumstances, so different from
classical Latin, as to be almost a new language, yet fully equal to it
in all the best characteristics of a language. He defied me to find any
thing in classical poetry that would compare with the "Dies Irae," the
"Stabat Mater," or the "Rhythm of Bernard de Morlaix." As I was and am
rather rusty in Latin, I did not accept the challenge. Then he asserted
that mediaeval Latin was so comprehensive in its scope that it was
equally good for the convivial and for the solemn, and could speak
equally well the sentiments of fun, love, and religion. He proved this
by quotations from the immortal Walter Mapes. He overwhelmed me, in
fact, with quotations. I caved in. I was suppressed. I became extinct.
Finally he offered to show me an original song of his own, which he
asserted was "iminintly shooted to the prisint occasion."

As I had no other way of showing my opinion of it, I begged the paper
from him, and give here a true copy of it, verbatim et literatim, notes
and all:

PHELIMII HALLORANII CARMEN.

Omnibus Hibernicis
Semper est ex more
Vino curas pellere
Aut montano rore;*
Is qui nescit bibere,
Aut est cito satur,
Ille, Pol! me judice
Parvus est potator.*

Omnibus Americis
Semper est in ore
Tuba, frondes habens ex
Nicotino flore;
Densis fumi nubibus
Et vivunt et movent,
Hoc est summum gaudium
Sic Te Bacche! foyent.*

Omnis tune Hibernicus
Migret sine mora,
Veniat Americam
Vivat hac in ora,
Nostram Baccam capiat,*
Et montanum rorem,
Erit Pol! Americus*
In saecula saeculorum.
Amen.

[Footnotes:

*_Montano rore_--cf., id. Hib., _mountain-dew_; item, id. Scot., Hib.,
et Amer., _whiskey_.

*_Parvus potator_--cf., id. Amer., _small potater_.

*_Te Bacce_--cf., id. Amer., _Tebaccy_, i.e., _Tobacco_.

*_Baccam_--in America vulgo dici solet, _Backy_.

*_Americus_--cf., id. Amer., _a merry cuss_.]

CHAPTER XXXIII.

FROM APRIL TO JUNE.--TEMPORA MUTANTUR, ET NOS MUTAMUR IN ILLIS.
--STARTLING CHANGE IN MARION!--AND WHY?--JACK AND HIS WOES.--THE
VENGEANCE OF MISS PHILLIPS.--LADIES WHO REFUSE TO ALLOW THEIR HEARTS TO
BE BROKEN.--NOBLE ATTITUDE OF THE WIDOW.--CONSOLATIONS OF LOUIE.

Time passed on, and week succeeded to week, without any occurrence of a
decisive nature. April died out, May passed, and June came. Then all
the trees burst into leaf, and the fields arrayed th