CLASSICAL AMERICA.

[A correspondent of The Westminster Gazette remarks in a recent issue, "I am told American students sing their Pindar.">[

A WRITER in the evening Press

Lays quite unnecessary stress

Upon the fact that youthful scholars,

Residing in the land of dollars,

Where men are shrewd and level-headed,

Sing songs to PINDAR'S verses wedded.

Yet why this wonder, when you think

How strongly welded is the link

That binds Columbia and its glory

To lands renowned in classic story?

There's hardly any town of note

Mentioned by MOMMSEN or by GROTE

Except Byzantium, perhaps—

Which doesn't figure in our maps.

Of Ithacas we have a score,

And Troys and Uticas galore;

Chicago has a Punic sound,

And pretty often, I'll be bound,

Austere Bostonians heavenward send a

Petition calling her delenda;

While Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Betray the classicising mania.

We have a Capitol, also,

As fine as Rome's of long ago;

Pompey and Romulus and Remus

(I'm not so sure of Polyphemus)

Are names with us more often worn

Than in the lands where they were born.

Then, as true classicists to stamp us,

Each College has its separate Campus,

And we have Senators whose mien

Might well have turned old BRENNUS green.

Why even the Bird that proudly soars

In majesty to guard our shores

Before migrating to these regions

Was followed by the Roman legions.

But we have writ enough to show

What everybody ought to know,

That, spite of hustle and skyscrapers,

And Tammany and yellow papers,

The spirit of both Greece and Rome

Has found a second lasting home

Across the wide Atlantic foam.

"Perambulator, cheap, for cash, as new; cost £9 15s., receipt shown; owner getting rid of baby."—Birmingham Daily Mail.

"Turn to the annals of the period 1914-1917, everlastingly to be remembered by the Meuse of History."—Jamaica Paper.

The Meuse needs no reminder.