I hear no such sweet bugle-note as his along all the line!
Hark!—
"Claudite jam rivos, pueri, sat prata biberunt."
Even so: Claudite jam libros, parvuli!—Shut up the books, my little ones! Enough of this.
FOOTNOTES:
[13] "Lusimus: hæc propter Culicis sint carmina dicta."
[14] Of course, I reckon the
"Exceptantque leves auras; et sæpe sine ullis," etc.,
(Lib. III. 274,) as among the superstitions.
[15] The same writer, under Februarius, Tit. XVII., gives a very curious method of grafting the willow, so that it may bear peaches.