XLIV. It has been said—indeed the proverb's old That "Bad's the wind that blows not good to some one,” Although, perhaps, it does not well become one But, call me what you please, except hum-drum one, This Mulheim fell a ruin 'midst the snow; XLV. Good cometh But quickly rose, thanks to its sapient masters, in various ways. To stand 'gainst storm, or any like disasters: 1 That here it was, where Casar 1 boldly threw, A bridge across the Rhine.-Some modern cabler, 1 A full account of the making of this bridge may be found in Cæsar's (And well enough it suits the purpose too) Has made a Pont Volant on which we flew. A flying bridge. XLVI. The Romans wrote-and ages have believ'd, When cold the blood, which late so fervent ran— Ambitious call'd, by the republican. But who more generous, brave, forgiving? None— "Twas he, in truth, who would have grac'd a throne. XLVII. Would'st thou be truly great, thou❜lt not succeed, However wide thy power, uncheck'd thy sway Commentaries (lib. iv. cap. xvii.-xviii.) It is an extraordinary fact, that, in ten days, he not only made the bridge, but passed his whole army over it." Diebus X. quibus materia cæpta erat comportari, omni opere effecto, exercitus transducitur." Cæsar. True great ness. An evil conscience. Let whosoever laud thy warlike deed, The boldest poet, in his loftiest lay— Who, o'er his slaughter'd millions wont to brood, XLVIII. Kings are but men, with all their failings, feelings, Who rul'd the empire without or blame or blot? XLIX. A modest re- Thou'st grown quite regal, Raymond, and would'st seem, buke. To take no heed of our gay, gallant Kaiser; Which you would let, or stop, or sink, or swim.- Our mess-man (rumour whispers he's a miser), L. Or progg'd or fogg'd, it matters not; for here With Arrabel's sweet Prussian face to peep on ; Had I Time's sand-glass, they should slowly creep on. A dilemma. LI. What heavenly voice! 'tis she-'tis she who sings, And well it is; for here's a precious fool A self-suffi- No other power could silence; for he brings, cient puppy. Red-hot from College-would it were from school- Swears that by every right existing rule, They should, ere this, have brought him safe to shore ;– LII. Advice to fond mothers. May I, fond mothers-dare I here lament— From dear Some prigs believe-so shame themselves and nation— Courtesy. LIII. Oh! courtesy, thou best, thou sweetest balm, To heal those wounds which arrogance would ope; |