Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries;
See the furies arife;!

See the fnakes that they rear; .

How they hifs in the air,.'

And the fparkles that flash from their eyes!

Behold a ghaftly band,!

Each a torch in his hand:,

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Thele are Grecian ghofts, that in battle were flain, ||

Give all this description its proper force and effect.

Behold how they tofs their torches on high,!
How they point to the Perfian abodes,

And glittʼring temples of their hoftile gods!

The princes applaud, with a furious joy; I

And the king feiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to destroy;
Thais led the way t

To light him to his prey,

And like another Helen, fired another Troy!!!

The last line with great animation.

Thus long ago,

Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, ||
While organs yet were mute;

Timotheus to his breathing flute

And

And founding lyre,

Could fwell the foul to rage||or kindle foft defire.!

Give a fwell to your utterance in the first part of the last line, and melt into tenderness in the latter part of it.

At laft, divine Cecilia came, |{{
Inventress of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast, from her facred store,
Enlarg❜d the former narrow bounds,

And added length to folemn founds, I

With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.!
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

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

She drew an angel down.

We confefs that we have left unnoticed many parts of this admired poem, in which a reader may difplay his talents to great advantage. The reafon of this neglect, (as it may at first appear) was that the fame difficulty exifted here as we' before complained of, namely the finding fuch words that would appofitely convey our meaning to the reader, and thereby fix in his mind the proper impreffion. We thought it better in fuch places where this difficulty exifted, to leave them, unaided by us, to the fcholar's own difcrimination, pointing out those sentences in which we conceived the late Mr. Sheridan fo particularly excelled in the delivery.

IF the reader find himself deficient in the pathetic, and wish to improve himself in that most effential part of reading, we do not know many pieces in the whole range of English poefy that poffefs fo much of it as the following. If well read, we believe few hearers could be fo inflexible as not to pay it the tribute of a tear. To do it justice, your whole look, voice, and manner, must be affectingly folemn.

IT was a winter's evening, and fast came down the fnow,

Look upwards when you speak the last part of the line.

And keenly o'er the wide heath the bitter blast did blow,

Keep up the dreary fcene defcribed, by your whole appearance.

When a damfel all forlorn, quite bewilder'd in her

way,

Pause a little after "damfel"-all forlorn and bewilder'd, in a tone defcriptive of the fad melancholy fituation pictured by the Poet.

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Preft her baby to her bofom, and fadly thus did fay:

Now you alter your voice to the most pathetic tone you are master of.

"Oh! cruel was my father, that faut his door on

66 me;

"And cruel was my mother, that fuch a fight could

“ see;

"And cruel is the wint'ry wind, that chills my "heart with cold,

In fpeaking the first part of the last line, look up: and place your hand on your breaft, at the word heart."

"But crueller than all, the lad that left my love for "gold!

"Hufh, huh, my lovely baby, and warm thee in "my breaft;

"Ah! little thinks thy father how fadly we're dif "trefs'd,

"For cruel as he is, did he know but how we fare,

Paufe a little after "For."

"He'd fhield us in his arms from this bitter piercing

"air.

Lay a ftress on the words "bitter piercing," and speak them as if there was a comma placed between them. The next verfe in a manner indicative of the utmost horror.

Cold, cold, my dearest jewel! thy little life is

gone:

"Oh! let my tears revive thee, fo warm that trickle ❝ down;

"My tears that gush so warm, oh, they freeze be"fore they fall:

"Ah! wretched, wretched mother! thou'rt now "bereft of all."

Now alter the tone of your voice into a lower key, but ftill preserve the pathetic.

Then down the funk, despairing, upon the drifted fnow,

And, wrung with killing anguifh, lamented loud

her woe;

She kifs'd her baby's pale lips and laid it by her fide,

Then caft her eyes to heav'n, then bow'd her head, and died.

The last line deliberately folemn and affecting.

We particularly recommend this poem to the frequent perusal of the reader, if he wish to practise the melting tone of forrow which, if well executed, reaches the very inmoft receffes of the heart.

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