The benefit of the youthful tiro, it seems, has not solely guided the editors of this work. “Ut apud doctiores," say they, “ nostra editio aliquantulum pretii haberet VARIAS LEC“TIONES maximè notabiles inter Notas hinc inde sparsimus; “ non equidem è Codicibus MSS. (quorum apud nos non ex“ tat aliquis) sed ex editione Sallustii splendidâ Havercampi“ anâ excerptas.”

That the reader of this article may obtain a just idea of the Salem edition of Sallust, we shall copy the last paragraph of this well written preface.

“ Quod ad orthographiam attinet, non constans invenie“ tur. Nam inutile non videbatur pueros, vel suo marte, vel “ præceptore duce, in hâc varietate versari ; optimus igitur “ æquè, ac optunus, quod magis ad antiquum, dicimus. Ta“ men omnis in casu quarto, et similia, (ita autem voluimus) “constanter legimus. Et maximâ ex parte, antiquæ recen“ tiorem orthographiam pofthaberi curavimus. Denique ex“ emplorum prelo subjectorum castigatione multum sudavi“ mus ; ob hasce omnes causas editio nostra, ni fallimur, “ multo emendatior, multo magis æstimanda prodit.”

What remains, but that we address to the youth of our country the language of Cicero, “ quamobrem pergite, ado« lescentes, atque in studia incumbite, ut et vobis honori, et « amicis utilitati, et reipublicæ emolumento esse possitis."

POETRY

WE insert with pleasure the following short, yet beautiful and plaintive mon.

ody on the death of the late, beloved PRESIDENT WILLARD. It was written at the time by a young gentleman, then a student of the Uni. versity in Cambridge.

MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. JOSEPH WILLARD LL. D. S. T. D. PRESIDENT OF THE UNIVERSITY

IN CAMBRIDGE.

PAR hence let folly's train retire ;

For man should mourn below ;
With sober hand attune the lyre,

And thrill the chords of wo.
Stop, mortal, stop thy mad career,
Death's neverbating charioteer

Relentless drives his rapid way,
And mournful millions bow submissive to his sway.
Alas, what numerous ills await

Our short existence here !
The wise, the virtuous, and the grear

How soon they disappear !
Go, mortal of reflective soul,
Behold the ocean billows roll

In sad succession to the shore ;
They rise, and break, and foam, and then are heard no

more ;
Thus hourly shortlived mortals go

To crowd the darkened strand ;
Alike the mighty and the low,

A melancholy band.

Yet the pale monarch most appals,
When some hightowering mortal falls ;

Unheeded breath the zephyrs by ;
We trembling view the storm loudthundering through

the sky.
Remembrance sorrowing loves to tread

In holy, pensive gloom
The awful mansions of the dead, •

And weep o’er virtue's tomb ;
Call back to life the slumbering clay,
Their forms with pleasing dread survey;

Or, if religion lift the veil,
We view their spirits, where nor cares, nor woes assail.
Thus now in fancy's tearful eye

Lo, WILLARD'S form appears
Among the whiterobed bands on high,

Crowned for immortal years.
Why then unkindly wish him here?
Alas, 'tis nature prompts the tear.

Memory still hovers o'er his grave,
As evening sunbeams love to linger on the wave.
Those classic bowers, that nursed his youth,

Shall long repeat his name ;
And history with the pen of truth

Perpetuate his fame.
To him the sacred task was given
· To lead our youthful souls to Heaven ;

His purest footsteps then we'll tread ;
By following them alone we “ truly mourn the dead."

The following, unlike most songs of the present day, contains

a useful moral.

TO DAY.

I HE joys of hope let others boast,

And in reversion rest ;
Anticipation cheers them most,

Be mine the bliss possest.
What scenes tomorrow may be brought,

How prosperous, or how gay,
Will ne'er engage one wishful thought,

If happy prove to day.
The merchant trades to foreign lands,

And braves the billowy main ;
And bùys, and sells, and schemes, and plans,

In hopes of future gain.
But whelming waves, or wasting fire

May take his wealth away ;
Uncertain good I ne'er desire,

Let me be rich to day. ..
The student, emulous of fame,

Pursues the distant prize ;
Be mine e'en now an honored name,

Acknowledged by the wise.
The lover too dreams of delight,

His fondness to repay ;
But ne'er let me the attachment slight,

That crowns my love to day.
And others life incautious spend

In wishes to reform;

Tomorrow to be good intend,

But think not to perform.
A better purpose shall be mine,

For danger waits delay ;
And Heaven will on tomorrow shine,

If virtuous prove to day.

SELECTED.

AN ODE IN IMITATION OF ALCÆUS.

Ascribed to Sir William Jones.. Οι λίθοι έδε ξύλα, έδε Témon Texlóvwy ai kóreis urin, 'AM' F* Wor” y ãow"ANAPEX Αυτές σώζειν ειδότες, 'Εναύθα τείχη και πόλεις.

Alc. quoted by ARISTIDES.

W HAT constitutes a state ;
Not highraised battlements, or labored mound,

Thick wall, or moated gate ;
Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned;

Not bays and broadarmed ports,
Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride ;

Not starred and spangled courts,
Where lowbrowed baseness wafts perfume to pride;

No ; men, highminded men,
With powers as far above dull brutes, endued

In forest, brake, or den,
As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ;

Men, who their duties know,