THE HOBA.RT HERARD. Amabat plus to cliase a rattus, Amabat bene tree a cattus. But oil this nixy moonlight night This old canis did just right. Nunquam treed a starving cattus Nunquam chased a starving cattus, But cucurrit on, intentus On the track and on the scentus, T ill he treed a possum strongum, ’ In a hollow trunkum longum, Loud he barked, in horrid helium. Seemed on terra venit pellum. Quickly ran the duo puer Mors of possum to secure, Guam venerit, one began To chop away like quisque man. Soon the axe went through the truncuni, Soon he hit it all k e r e h u n k u m ; Combat deepens; on, ye braves ! Canis, pueri et staves ; As his powers non longius tarry. Possum potest non pugnare, On the nix his corpus lieth, Down to Hades spirit fUeth, Joyful pueri, canis bonus. Think him dead as any stotius Now they seek their pater’s domo, Feeling proud as any homo, Knowing, certe, they w ill blossom Into heroes, when with possum They arrive, narrabutit story, Plenus blood et plenior glory. Pompey, David, Samson, Csesar, Cyrus, Blackhawk, Shalmaneser ! T e ll me where est now the gloria, Where the honors of Victoria ?