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This universe, and all created things.
0:e foot he cenier'd, and the other turn'd
Round through the vast profundity obscure,
And said thus far extend, thus far thy bounds,
This be thy just circumference, O world!

Thus God the heaven created, thus the earth,
Mutter uuform’d and void ! Darkness profound
Cover'd th' abyss ; but on the watery calm
His broodirig wings the spirit of God outspread,
And vital virtue infus'd, and vital warmth
Throughout the fluid mass; but downward purg'a
The black, tartareous, cold, infernal dregs,
Adverse to life ; then founded, then conglob'd
Like things to like, the rest to several place.
Disparted ; and between, spun out the air ;
And earth self-balanced, on her centre hung.

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,
Drove them before him wunderstruck pursu'd
With terrors and with furies to the bounds
And chrystal wall of heaven ; Which opening wide
Roll'd inward, and a spacious gap disclos'd
Into the wastetul deep. The monstrous sight
Siruck them with horror backward ; but far worse
Urg'd them behind. Headlong themselves they threw
Down from the verge of heaven ; eternal wrath

Burnt after them to the bottomless pit. 1:- Alexander's Feast; or the Power of Music.-An Ode

for St. Cicilia's Day-DRYDEN.
TWAS at the royal feast, for Persia won

By Philip's warlike son,
Aloft in awful state,
The godlike hero sat
On bis imperial throne.

His valient peers were plac'd around,
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound;

So should desert in arms be crown'd.
The lovely Thais by his side,
Sat like a blooming eastern bride,
In flower of youth and beauty's pride.

Happy, happy, happy pair?
None but the bra:e,

None but the brave,
None but the brave, deserve the fair.
'Timotheus plac'd on bigh,

Amid the tuneful choir,

With firing fingers touch the lyre ;
The trembling notes ascend the sky,

And heavenly joys inspire.
The song began from Juve.
Who left his blissful seats above ;
(Such is the power of mighty love !)
A dragon's fiery foi m bely'd the god;
Sublime on radiant spheres he rode

When he to fair Olympia press'da,
And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the world.

The list’ning crowd admire the lofty sound
A present deity, they shout around;
A present deity; the vaulted roofs rebound.

With ravish'd ears the monarch hears,

Assumes the god, affects to pod,
And seems to shake the spheres.
The praise of Bachus, then, the sweet musician sung

Or Bachus, ever fair and ever young. 다.

The jolly god in triumph comes !
Sound the trumpet; beat the drums;

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Flush'd with a purple grace,

He shows his honest face ;
Now give the hautboy's breath-he comes ! he comes.!

B: chus, ever fair and young,
Drinking joys did first ordain:

Bachus' blessings are a treasure ;
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure :

Rich the treasure ;

Sweet the pleasure ;
Sweet is pleasure, after pain.
Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain ;
Fought all his battles o'er again ;

[slain. And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the

The master saw the madness rise ;
His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ;
* And, while he heaven and earth defy'd,
Chang'd his hand and check'd his pride.

He chose a mournful muse,

Soft pity to infuse:
He sung Darius, great and good,

By too severe a fate,
Fall'n, fall'n, fall'n fall'n,

Fali'n, from his high estate,
And welt'ring in his blood :
Deserted at his utmost need
By those his former bounty fed,
On the bare earth expos’d he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.

With downcast look the joyless victor sat,
Revolving, in his alter'd soul,

Tie various turns of fate below; And now and then, a sigh he stole,

And tears began to flow.
The mighty master smil'd to see
'That love was in the next degree ;
'Twas but a kindred sound to move;
For pity melts the mind to love.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures,
War, he sung, is toil and trouble ;
Honor buc an empty bubble !

Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying.

If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, think it worth enjoying ;

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,

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Gaz'd on the fair,

Who caus'd his care ;
And sigh’ıl and lo' k'a, sigh'd and look'd,

Sigh'd and Icok'd, and sigh'd again :
At length, with love and wine at once onpress'd,
The val.quish'd victor-surk upon her breasfo

Now, strike the golden lyre again ;
A louder yet, and yet a louder strain :
Breaks his bands of sleep asunder,
And rouse him like a ratiling peal of ihunder,
Hark! hark! the horrid sound
Has raisd up his head,
As awak'd from the dead;
And, amaz'd, he stares around.
Revenge! revenge! Timotheus cries-
See the-furies arise ;

See the snakes that they rear,
How they hiss in their hair,
And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Behold a ghastly band,

Each a torch in ois hand!
These are Grecian ga sts, that in battle were slain,

Ard, unburi'd, renain

Inglorious in the plain.
Give the vengeance due to the valiant crew.
Behold! how they toss their torches on high,

How they point to the Persian abodes,
And glittering temples of their hastile gods!
The princes applaud with a furious joy"!
And the king seiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to destroy :
Thais led the way,

To light him to bis prey;
And like another Helen--fir'd another Troy.

Thus long ago
Ere leaving bellows learn'd to blow,
While organs yet were mure ;
Timotheus to his breathing sure

And scuuding lyre,
Could suell the souito rage, or kindle soft desire,

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,
With nature's nothier wit, and arts unknown before.
Let old Timotijeus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown:
He rais'd a mortal to the skies ;

She drew an angel down.

PART II.

LESSONS IN SPEAKING,

SECTION 1.

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

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