No, the bugle sounds no more, Past the heath and up the hill; On the fairest time of June Gone, the merry morris den; She would weep, and he would craze : Sang not to her-strange! that honey So it is; yet let us sing And to all the Sherwood clan! Though their days have hurried by, Let us two a burden try. KEATS. living writer dwells upon the solemn stillness of the forest, with a poet's love built upon knowledge. No one can understand that peculiar stillness who has not passed many a thoughtful hour beneath the "melancholy boughs," amidst which there is ever sound which seems like silence: -- I love the forest; I could dwell among The chirp and flutter of some single bird, Only to feel the after stillness more! MILNES. S The American poet's reverence for the forest rises into devotion : Father, thy hand Hath rear'd these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun The boast of our vain race to change the form That run along the summit of these trees In mucic;—thou art in the cooler breath, That from the inmost darkness of the place, Comes, scarcely felt-the barky trunks, the ground, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Passes; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does. Thou hast not left Of thy perfections. Grandeur, strength, and grace In all that proud old world beyond the deep, 1 Wears the green coronal of leaves with which My heart is awed within me, when I think Lo! all grow old and die-but see, again, BRYANT. 94.-CAIUS MARIUS. From the translation by G. Long, Esq. PLUTARCH. SYLLA, encouraging his soldiers, who were thirty-five thousand men well armed, led them to Rome. The soldiers fell on the tribunes whom Marius had sent, and murdered them. Marius also put to death many of the friends of Sylla in Rome, and proclaimed freedom to the slaves if they would join him; but it is said that only three slaves accepted the offer. He made but a feeble resistance to Sylla on his entering the city, and was soon compelled to fly. On quiting Rome he was separated from his partisans, owing to its being dark, and he fled to Solonium, one of his farms. He sent his son Marius to get provisions from the estates of his father-in-law Mucius, which were not far off, and himself went to Ostia, where Numerius, one of his friends, had provided a vessel for him, and without waiting for his son he set sail with his stepson Granius. The young man arrived at the estates of Mucius, but he was surprised by the approach of day while he was getting something together, and packing it up, and thus did not altogether escape the vigilance of his enemies, for some cavalry came to the spot, suspecting that Marius might be there. The overseer of the farm, seeing them approach, hid Marius in a wagon loaded with beans, and, yoking the oxen to it, he met the horsemen on his road to the city with the wagon. Marius was thus conveyed to the house of his wife, where he got what he wanted, and by night made his way to the sea, and, embarking in a vessel bound for Libya, arrived there in safety. The elder Marius was carried along the coast of Italy by a favorable wind, but as he was afraid of one Geminius, a powerful man in Terracina, and an enemy of his, he ordered the sailors to keep clear of that place. The sailors were willing to do as he wished; but the wind veering round, and blowing from the sea with a great swell, they were afraid that the vessel could not stand the beating of the waves, and, as Marius also was much troubled with sickness, they made for land, and with great diffi |