"Hear me, Tlatzeca, hear me now; "Why didst thou fight my father's fight? And brave the murd'rer's knife? "Thou knew'st I could not-dared not love Him whom my Sire had cursed; For he forbade to raise the flame "For this poor heart had ne'er forgot "When ev'ry moment, wing'd with joy, To ecstacy was given; And we lived on in love of Earth, "But whisp'ring tongues and envy's blight And then he snatch'd me from thy love, And cursed thee in his ire. "He gave me to another chief This morn the pomp I led; Thou know'st the dreadful hour that came, And left a nation dead. "Th' unfinish'd rites were stain'd with blood; My sire gasp'd on the ground; Brethren and friends all struggling died; And I was seized, and bound; "Thou cam'st, an angel from above! "Thou only now art left on earth, "Take then, dear youth, that heart again, Tlatzeca stood a moment's space, And sense and reason all were lost At length, across his deep-flush'd cheek, Like ev'ning lightning flashing fast But Nature and Love the struggle soothed, The choking of the breast; And then gush'd forth delicious tears, He clasp'd the Maiden in his arms; And they were silent-while around And the distant swell of the nightly tide And they were silent-'t was a bliss And he is gone, Tlatzeca now, And the boatman is in his skiff once more, And time roll'd on in ceaseless course; But aye, at ev'ning tide, A gilded skiff, with a plumed chief, And none could tell its destined port, And Time roll❜d on-and Right had burst Tlatzeca drew the first his sword, And where is he? On the deck he stands Of the gilded galley now; And marks the green wave flashing fast Before the coming prow. On goes the galley before the gale, And rattling cords, and streamers gay, On goes the galley before the gale, On goes the galley before the gale, And the dearest of them said, "Why seeks not the Youth, who is brave and young, The love of a lovely Maid?" On goes the galley before the gale, Till under the rock 't is moor'd ; "Now seek I my bride!"—he said, and sprung Like lightning overboard. A space they stood, in fearful guise, With beating hearts, and eager glance, Mute gaze they, as each flashing wave And now they despair for their drowned Chief; Out of the surge: comes their Chief, and a Maid Again he stands on the crowded deck, With the maiden by his side; Whose long loose locks, and garments green, And all fell down in a ring around For she, they thought, was an Ocean Nymph, But none of the Nymphs, on their sea-shells borne, Might vie by their hair and their dark green eyes And her smile around was a ray of Heaven, And the glance of her eye has fix'd them there, "Rise, dear ones, rise," the Chieftain cried, And on with the galley to our home, "You bade me seek a lovely Maid,— And a chorus wild arose around, Hail to her whom Tlatzeca loves The Bride of the Ocean Cave!" H. N. C. NUGE AMATORIÆ. "Aliter non fit, Avite, liber."-MARTIAL. "'Tis thus, old boy, a book is made."-ELPHINSTONE. CERTAIN Members of the Club, who are desperately in love, take this the last opportunity of addressing their sweethearts, under cover of "The Etonian," and of |