been utterly sacrificed in the result.  In none of the English versions that I have examined is more than a trace of the mocking spirit of insincerity pervading the whole prayer,—­the cool effrontery of the suppliant in enumerating his demerits, his serenely illogical demands of salvation in spite, or rather because, of them, his meek submission to the punishment of others, and the many similarly pleasing characteristics of this amusing work, being most imperfectly conveyed.  By permitting myself a reasonable freedom of rendering—­in many cases boldly supplying that “missing link” between the sublime and the ridiculous which the author, writing for the acute monkish apprehension of the 13th century, did not deem it necessary to insert—­I have hoped at least partially to liberate the lurking devil of humor from his fetters, letting him caper, not, certainly, as he does in the Latin, but as he probably would have done had his creator written in English.  In preserving the metre and double rhymes of the original, I have acted from the same reverent regard for the music with which, in the liturgy of the Church, the verses have become inseparably wedded that inspired Gen. Dix; seeking rather to surmount the obstacles to success by honest effort, than to avoid them by the adoption of an easier versification which would have deprived my version of all utility in religious service.

I must bespeak the reader’s charitable consideration in respect of the first stanza, the insuperable difficulties of which seem to have been purposely contrived in order to warn off trespassers at the very boundary of the alluring domain.  I have got over the inhibition—­somehow—­but David and the Sibyl must try to forgive me if they find themselves represented merely by the names of those conspicuous personal qualities to which they probably owed, respectively, their powers of prophecy, as Samson’s strength lay in his hair.

  DIES IRAE.

  Dies irae! dies ilia! 
  Solvet saeclum in favilla
  Teste David cum Sibylla.

  Quantus tremor est futurus,
  Quando Judex est venturus. 
  Cuncta stricte discussurus.

  Tuba mirum spargens sonum
  Per sepulchra regionem,
  Coget omnes ante thronum.

  Mors stupebit, et Natura,
  Quum resurget creatura
  Judicanti responsura.

  Liber scriptus proferetur,
  In quo totum continetur,
  Unde mundus judicetur.

  Judex ergo quum sedebit,
  Quicquid latet apparebit,
  Nil inultum remanebit.

  Quid sum miser tunc dicturus,
  Quem patronem rogaturus,
  Quum vix justus sit securus?

  Rex tremendae majestatis,
  Qui salvandos salvas gratis;
  Salva me, Fons pietatis

  Recordare, Jesu pie
  Quod sum causa tuae viae;
  Ne me perdas illa die.

  Quarens me sedisti lassus
  Redimisti crucem passus,
  Tantus labor non sit cassus.

  Juste Judex ultionis,
  Donum fac remissionis
  Ante diem rationis.