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Nehmet hin meinem Leib Auf dass ihr mein gedenkt! Is there a purposed resemblance here to the words of consecration in the mass? Accipite, et manducate ex hoc omnes. Hoc est enim Corpus meum. Accipite, et bibite ex eo omnes. Hic est enim Calix sanguinis mei!

She raised her eyes slowly till they rested on the shrine where the body of the sacrifice reposed. 'Quia viderunt oculi mei salutare tuum. At last she rose. The lines of care and age gathered again upon her face. Her eyes gleamed with keen intelligence. She braced herself with the thought of all that might still lie before her.

Confundantur hostes mei, quia injuste iniquitatem fecerunt in me, because they have persecuted me unjustly." The old woman bowed devoutly to the Church Latin; but her face assumed a vague expression of uneasiness at the idea of enemies and persecutions. "Those enemies are numerous and powerful, noble lady, but let us not be alarmed beyond measure.

The same Poet, therefore, who, almost without a precedent, has said patris mei MEUM FACTUM pudet, instead of meorum factorum, and textitur exitium examen rapit for exitiorum, does not choose to say liberum, as we generally do in the expressions cupidos liberum, and in liberum loco, but, as the literary virtuosos above-mentioned would have it,

Fifty or sixty times, it is said, did sweet St. Catharine of Siena cry upon her deathbed, Peccavi, Domine miserere mei, "Lord, I have sinned: have mercy on me." But in all the prayers of Jesus, whether in life or in death, He has no pardon to ask, no sins to confess.

Here is how Dutch boys do it: Een, twee, sen kopje thee; Een, klotje er bij, Af ben jij! Along the Rhine this is popular: Ene, tene, mone, mei, Paster, lone, bone, strei, Ene, fune, herke, berke, Wer? Wie? Wo? Was? The poet Pope says, "The proper study of mankind is man."

She said nothing, but went away in the darkness. "And it is written, Haabunai, that searchers for the mei came upon her next day in the upper valley, and she was hanging from a tall palm-tree with a rope of purau about her neck." "That may be a true story," said Haabunai. "Though it is the custom here to eat the eva when one is made sick by life.

Knowing this amiable and remarkable man, will mark an epoch in your life, be polite and friendly to him, 'quod ipsi facies in mei memoriam faciatis'. Keep yourself well, write to me, and if you can direct him to some honest man at Carlsbad, fail not to do so. . . ."

From the most obscure of little towns in the most remote of provinces I was thrust without preparation into the vortex of all that is most sprightly and alert in Parisian society. The world stood revealed to me, and my self became a double one. The Gascon got the better of the Breton; there was no more custodia oris mei, and I put aside the padlock which I should otherwise have set upon my mouth.

In the autumn of 8 B.C. Maecenas, who had long been himself a sufferer, succumbed to the effects of his devoted and arduous service. His last message confided Horace to the Emperor's care: "Horatii flacci ut mei esto memor." But the legacy was not long a burden. The prophetic anticipations of affection that in death the poet would not be parted from his friend were only too faithfully realised.