HORACE IN NEW YORK.

Dominion, Volume 5, Issue 1515, 10 August 1912, Page 9

HORACE IN NEW YORK.

Tho poet of the'Siibiho farm has been drawn upon for modern uses by Mr. Franklin P. Adams in his "Tobognnnuig oii'Parnassus." Like the title (says the Xew York "Post"') a great deal of the book is clever and highly amusing would, we imagine, only aggravate matters in London. Mr. Adams's dedication, though it does not sin-against orthography,: will easily bear quoting: . . If that these vagrant verses, make Ono heart more glad; if they but bring A single'smile, for that One's sake I should be satisfied to sing. As Locker said, in phrasing fitter, ' Pleased-if but One should like the twitter. If I have eased one heart of pain; If I have made ono throb or thrill ; My labour has hot been in vain. My work has not been all for nil, If only One, from Maino to Kansas, Shall say "I like his simple stanzas." If but a solitary, voice Should say "These verses polyglot Are not so bad," I should rejoice; But oh, my publishers would not!. And I, though shy and unanointed, Should be a little disappointed. But, it is in the rendering of the famous "Integer vitae scelerisque purus" that the capacities of the modern American, language are completely revealed: AD ARIUSTUM FUSCUM. Horace: Book I, Ode 22. "Integer vitao scelerisque purus"— Take it from me: A guy who's square, His chances always are tho best. I'm in tho know, for I've been there, And that's no ancient Roman jest. What time he hits the hay to rest There's nothing on his mind but hair, Xn javelin upon his chestTake it from me, a guy who's square. There's nothing that can throw a scare Into the contents of his Vest; His name is Eva I'Don't-Care; His chances always are the best. Why, once, when I was way out West, Singing to Lalago,.a bear , Camo up, and I was some distressed— I'm in tho know, for I've been there. But back lie went into his lair. (Cage, corner, den, retreat, nook, neat), And left mo to "The Maiden's Prayer"— And that's no ancient Roman jest. In Newtonville or Ccrtnr Crest. In Cincinnati or Eau Cloiro, I'll warble till I am a pest, "My Lalagc"—no matter where— Take it from me!

Mr. Huntley VWright, as a comic Torksliire grocer, whose "grandma" lms made him become a Territorial officer, is a central figure in the production of "Autumn Manoeuvres" at tho London Adelphi. The plot of a new piece, which lias been acquired for Australia by the J. C. Williamson management, relates to the engagement of Alix Luttrell, heiress, and Captain falconer, of the Hussars. Captain Falconer once owned Ambonnero Park", but Alix Luttrcll's father foreclosed a niorlgago and forbade the engagement ill 0110 sweeping blow. That is why, when all the officers go to dine at the hall, Captain falconer, wounded in heart and pride, remains awny, curtly refusing to cross the threshold. To this declaration ho adds tho stipulation that once Alix has got him under her roof ho will be her slave. She Rets him (here, of course, and by the. aiil of tho military grocer. When Captain falconer, left to copo with a night attack, sends an orderly to arouse, his comrades, Captain Withers is pei'Miadwl to toll a plausible story that tho alarm is only a practical joke on tho part of T'nlennor. Then, when tho dnnco is nfc its height, Falconer bursts into I he, revelry too lnte to save the regiment,-and Alix claims him as her prisoner.