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This universe, and all created things.
Thus God the heaven created, thus the earth,
VIII-Overthrow of the Rebel Angels.-IB. So spake the Son, and into terror chang'd His counter ance, too severe to be beheld, And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once the four spread out their starry wings, With dreadful shape contiguous, and the orbs Of his fierce chariot roll'd, as wjih the sound Of torrent floods, or of a numerous host. He on his impious foes, right onward drove, Gloomy as night. Under
his burning wheels The steadfast empirean shook throughout, All but the throne itself of God. Full soon Among them he arriv'd ; in his right hand Grasping ten thousand thunders, which he sent Before him, such as in their souls infix'd Plagues. They astonish’d, all resista.ce lost, All courage ; down their idle weapons drop'd: O'er shields, and helms, and helmed heads he rode, Of thrones and mighty seraphim prostrate, That wish'd the mountains, now, might be again Thrown on them as a shelter from his ire. Nor less on either side, tempestuous fell His arrows, from the fourfold visag'd four Distinct with eyes, and from the living wheels Distinct alike with multitude of eyes : One spirit in them rul'd; and every eye Glar'a lightning, and shot forth pernicious fire Among th’accurs'd, that wither'd all their strength And, of their wonted vigor, left them drain'd, Exhausted, spiritless, afflicted, fall’n. Yet half his strength he put not forth ; but check'd His thunder in mid volley ; for he meant Not to destroy but to root them out of heaven., The overthrow be rais'd ; and as a herd
Of goats or timorous flock together throng'd,
Burnt after them to the bottomless pit. 1:- Alexander's Feast; or the Power of Music.-An Ode
for St. Cicilia's Day-DRYDEN.
By Philip's warlike son,
His valient peers were plac'd around,
So should desert in arms be crown'd.
Happy, happy, happy pair?
None but the brave,
Amid the tuneful choir,
With firing fingers touch the lyre ;
And heavenly joys inspire.
When he to fair Olympia press'da,
The list’ning crowd admire the lofty sound
With ravish'd ears the monarch hears,
Assumes the god, affects to pod,
Or Bachus, ever fair and ever young. 다.
The jolly god in triumph comes !
Flush'd with a purple grace,
He shows his honest face ;
B: chus, ever fair and young,
Bachus' blessings are a treasure ;
Rich the treasure ;
Sweet the pleasure ;
[slain. And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the
The master saw the madness rise ;
He chose a mournful muse,
Soft pity to infuse:
By too severe a fate,
Fali'n, from his high estate,
With downcast look the joyless victor sat,
Tie various turns of fate below; And now and then, a sigh he stole,
And tears began to flow.
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Never ending, still beginning,
If the world be worth thy winning,
Lovely Thais sits beside thee;
Take the good the gods provide thee, The many rend the skies with loud applause, So love was crown'd ; but music won the cause The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair,
Who caus'd his care ;
Sigh'd and Icok'd, and sigh'd again :
Now, strike the golden lyre again ;
See the snakes that they rear,
Each a torch in ois hand!
Ard, unburi'd, renain
Inglorious in the plain.
How they point to the Persian abodes,
To light him to bis prey;
Thus long ago
And scuuding lyre,
At last divine C. cilia came,
inventress of the vocal frame. The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,
Enlarg'd the fornier narrow bounds,
And added length to solemo sounds,
Or both divide the crown:
She drew an angel down.
LESSONS IN SPEAKING,
ELOQUENCE OF THE PULPIT.
1.-On Truth and Integrity.-Tillotson. TRUTH and integrity have all the advantages of appearance, and many more.
If the show of any thing be good for anything, I am sure the reality is better; for why does any man dissemble, or seem to be that which he is not, but because he thinks it good to have the qualities he pretends to ? For to counterfeit and dissenible, is to put on the appearance of some real excellency. Now, the best way for a man to seem to be any thing is really to be what he would seem to be. Besides, it is often as troublesome to support the pretence of a good quality, as to have it; and if a man have it not, it is most likely he will be discovered to want it; and then all his labour to seem to have it is lost, There is son,ething unnatural in painting, which a skilful eye will easily discern from native beauty and complexion.
It is hard to personate and act a part long; for where truth is not at the bottom, nature will always be endeave oring to return, and will betray herself at one tiine or other. Therefore, if any man think it convenient to seem good, let him be so indeed ; and then his goodness will appear to every one's satisfaction ; for truth is convincing, and carries its own light and evidence along