Horace Revised.

"O Spike, arisan from great and worthy students
O thon who art at once our glory and sweet honour."

For our own part, we unanimously agree with these sentiments, and rejoice that we see ourselves as others see us. The writer has seized the very spirit of the Horatian lyre—a most tuneful and cheerful lyre.

We have ourselves refrained from criticising cur critics, but we think our contributor, whose work is too uneven to give as a whole, hits the nail on the head, in commenting on the inflated and explosive verbosity which on a certain occasion took the place of argument.

"Some delight in having collected a cloud of complaints against thee, and, having grazed the turning point of eloquence with fiery words, are, in their own imagination, exalted above the Profs. as orators of the College."

If we thought this translation of Ode I. would be useful as a "crib" for examination purposes we would publish it as a whole. But we don't. We would like indeed to be in the neighbourhood when Professor Brown saw this, for instance, as somebody else's translation of the Venusian bard.

"There is another, who does not despise the Hockey field,
And spurns not to steal a slice from the working day,
Now bringing his optic in contact with another's head,
Now near the gentle keeper of some sacred goal.
Many are fond of capping songs and the mingled sound
Of tin, iron, electric bell, detested by Council and Professor."

We have no wish that our contributor should disturb the mystic courses of the stellar system, but we hope in next issue to answer the final prayer and view the complete apotheosis.

But if you give me a place amongst the " Spiky " bards
I shall strike the stars with my exalted crest."