roR THE ENQUIRER

HYMN OF MIMNERMUS.' Translated from the Greek.
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r- BY H. WARD.

 ~" Hsemeis Tdia te phWITPhS'i I'OIs'a'athemOs hOOree."

 O man is like the green leaves of the Spring.

 When all her flowers are cloth d m various dyes, And when the golden Sun begins to fling A Abrighter splendor OCT the earth and skies. The budding gems of life's inconstant morn, Like them, enchant this mortal Of day, Whom Heaven, since first in weakness he was borns Has left through good and i'll to search his way. The sternly frowning Fates before him stand; | Alas his life is but feeting breath ] One slowly points to Ages wint'ry land; The other, to the gloomy bars of Death. | How soon the fruits of ardent Youth decay 1 As when the sun light warns the fertile earth, I Then quickly fades in clouds of night away, Thus will it be with all of human birth.

 Oh when the smiling Hours of Youth are flown, No more to wave their purple wings of light, And all the fOw'rs of Vernal bloom are gone,

 To die is gain; nor live through sorrows night' How many gath'rng woes increase the pain,

 And tear the wretched, sinking heart of man! Domestic griefs consume; the rusting chain Of Poverty and Scorn contract hls span. One mortal yearns for children; but in vain: No prattling infant climbs upon his knee; Forever childless destin'd to remain, This lonely man of sorrows, where IS he ? He dies: no child stands weeping near his bed, To wipe the death damp from his pallid brow, Nor OCT his grave Affections tear to shed;

 And there he sleeps in dust, forgotten now. Another pines away his feeting years. Amid the unrelenting bangs that dart

 Thro' all his frame, when Health no longer cheers,

 But fell Disease corrodes his breaking heart. Lives there man on ali this lower sphere, .- . On whom indignant Heaven has not pour'd down Full many woes, far more than te can bear? Then why should he provoke Gods angry frown! |" .Mimnermus was very distinguished Elegiac Poet of Ancient Greece, and was contemporary with PindQy, the most renowned of the Greek Lyric Poets. He was native of Colophon. Such was the peculiar smoothness of his versifcation, its rich melody and fine sentiment, that the Ancients called him, for the sake of distinction, Lgystades, from the Greek word igus, which signifies me'O- dious. would observe that MT. Hay, British Poet of superior talent, has translated the same Hymn of .Mimneymus, in which he has admirably preserved the sentiment of the Bard of Colophon i; and only regret that the metre does not sufficient ly correspond with the original although it is we'll adapted to English hymns in general. MT. Hays translation commences thus:

 60 man is like the leaves of Spring,

 The time of many flowers,

 "s When all at once the glowing sun

 --. A brighter lustre pours." aa For copy of MT. Hay's translation, the writer is indebted to the Rev. haae Jones, venerable cler- gyman of this town, (Litch6eld.) H. w.