My spirit is too weak--mortality

Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,

And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship, tells me I must die Like a sick eagle looking at the sky.

Yet this a gentle luxury to weep That I have not the cloudy winds to keep.

Fresh for the opening of the morning's eye.

Such dim-conceived glories of the brain Bring round the heart an undescribable feud;

So do these wonders a most dizzy pain, That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude.

Wasting of old Time--with a billowy main--

A sum a shadow of magnitude.

Thus was Keats inspired to sing when for the first time he saw the Elgin marbles. What must have been their glory when, not as now battered and broken by time and fortune, they adorned the Parthenon, that great temple of the Acropolis which enshrined the gold and ivory statue of Athena!

It is of these marbles, and particularly of the beautiful frieze, that Professor Chase will speak in Fogg Museum at 11 o'clock this morning. Other lectures of interest are:

9 O'CLOCK

"Ex Post Facto Laws". Professor Yeomans, Harvard 2. Government 19

12 O'CLOCK

"The Second French Republic and the Advent of Louis Napoleon". Professor Sanger, Harvard 6, History 30a.

"Shakespeare in Germany: The Schlegel "Tieck Translation". Professor Burlhard, Sever 6, German 26a.

"Iphigenia at Aulis". Professor Gulie, Sever 26, Greek 11.