THE LATEST NEWS FROM DELPHI.

At the dinner at Professor Norton's on June 9, given by the Committee to the members of the Greek play, the president, Professor Goodwin, in calling upon Mr. Henry Norman, '81, to respond to the toast of "The Cast," expressed the hope that Creon would give them the latest news from Delphi. After replying to the toast, Mr. Norman read the following verses, remarking that Apollo asked the indulgence of the company, as it was so long since he had been called upon to furnish any hexameters.

CARRY, O son of Menoeceus, these words to the sages of Cambridge :

Great is the work that ye did, and pleasing to all the immortals;

Welcome indeed to our ears were the sounds of the language of Homer,

Bearing again to Olympus the words that were dead and forgotten.

Stirring to see was your King, the unfortunate offspring of Laius,

Gracefully spoke he our tongue and graceful was all his demeanor;

Bravely he grappled with passion and bravely he fell 'neath the burden;

Whence he obtained such success, must remain - like himself - an enigma.

Ah, but how dear was Jocasta, - we pardon her impious sayings -

Lovely the folds of her garment and lovely the curve of her fingers.

Tender was she and pleasing to those who dwell on Olympus,

Queenly the entrance she made and piercing the cry of her exit,

Aristophanes' maiden is wrong when she boasts ???.

All the rest was well done, there was nothing to mar the completeness :

The gray-bearded servant of Zeus, as accomplished in speaking as kicking;

The deep-voiced seer of all, with an arm like the oak of the forest;

The tottering son of the mountains, delight of the New York reporters;

The bringer of tidings from Corinth, whose courage o'ercame his misfortune;

The lightly-clad ???, so "youthful and handsome" on-rushing;

The suppliants not keeping step, and the graceful, swift-footed attendants;

Least, but not last in our hearts, the golden-haired little Ismene.

Pleasant the lot of the Chorus, for 'tis said that he hath not known pleasure

Who hath not known Paine, then how happy their studies in music!

The Grecians who stood at the helm and the one who provided the money,

Likewise the tireless one, who sits up at night and drinks coffee,

Smoke up-curling around, have all deserved well at our hands;

Old friends they are and not new, their names writ in gold in Olympus.

Listen, thou son of Menoeceus, and carry this question to Cambridge :

What have ye saved from the glory, what have ye saved of the splendor?

Of all ye have suffered and done, is there aught that will live and be fruitful?

A plan that ye had reached our ears, a plan that was noble and worthy,

Yet it was destined to die, for the far-sighted ruler forbade it.

Do ye not therefore forget, for the far-sighted ruler is plotting

To give back the plan to your hands, doubled in reason and promise.

Bide ye the time, for afar the once-honored city of Pallas,

Dear to all hearts for its past, home of the Goddess of Counsel,

Offers the needed occasion : remember, then, children of Harvard,

Of your labors and struggles and triumph, to provide a possession for ever.