ON "THE ANNALS "—A SO-CALLED POEM OF VOLUSIUSVolusius' Annals, paper scum-bewrayed!Fulfil that promise erst my damsel made;Who vowed to Holy Venus and her son,Cupid, should I return to her anonAnd cease to brandish iamb-lines accurst,The writ selected erst of bards the worstShe to the limping Godhead would devoteWith slowly-burning wood of illest note.This was the vilest which my girl could findWith vow facetious to the Gods assigned. Now, 0 Creation of the azure sea,