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This universe, and all created things.
One foot he center'd, and the other turn'd
Round through the vast profoundity 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,
Matter unform'd and void! Darkness profound
Cover'd th' abyss; but on the watry calm

His brooding wings the spirit of God outspread,
And vital virtue infus'd, and vital warmth
Throughout the fluid mass; but downward purg'd
The black, tartareous, cold, infernal dregs,
Adverse to life; then founded, then conglob'd
Like things to light, 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 countenance, 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 with 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 stedfast 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 resistance lost,
All courage; down their idle weapons dropp'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'd 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,
Exh-usted, spiritless, afflicted, fall'n.

Yet half his strength he put not rth; but check'd
His thunder in mid volley; for he meant
Not to destroy but to root them out of heaven.
Jhe overthrown he rafs'd; and as a herd

Of goats or timorous flock together thrnng'd
Drove them before him thunderstruck 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 wasteful deep. The monstrous sight
Struck them with horror backward; but far worse.
Urg'd them ehind. Headlong themselves they threw
Down from the verge of heaven; eternal wrath
Burnt after them to the bottomless pit.

\,—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 his imperial throne.

His valiant 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 brave,

None but the brave,

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

Amid the tuneful choir,

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre :
The trembling notes ascend the sky,
And heavenly joys inspire.

The song began from Jove,
Who left his blissful seats above;
(Such is the power of mighty love!)
A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god ;
Sublime on radiant sphere* be rode,

When he to fair Olympia press'd,

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 nod,

And seems to shake the spheres.

The praise of Bachus, then, the sweet musician sung;
Of Bachus, ever fair and ever young.

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

Flush'd with a purple grace,

He shows his honest face:

Now give the hautboys breath—he comes! he comes!
Bachus, ever fair aml 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;

And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.
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 p,
Fall'n, from his high estate,
And welt'iing 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,

The 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 ;
lionor but an empty bubble!

Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still and still destroying.
If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, O 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,

Gaz'd on the fair,

Who caus'd his care;

And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd,
Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again :

At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd,
The vanquish'd victor—sunk upon her breast.
Now, strike the golden lyre again;

A louder yet, and yet a louder strain:
Break his bands of sleep asunder,

And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder.
Hark! hark! the horrid sound

Has rais'd up his bead,

'As awak'd from Ihe 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 his hand!

These are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,
And, unbury'd, remain

Inglorious on 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 hostile gods !
The princes applaud, with a furious joy!

And the king seiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to deslroy: Thais led the vAy,

To light him to his prey;

And, like another Helen—fir'd another Troy.

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Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire
At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame.

The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,
Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds,

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.

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PART IL

LESSONS IN SPEAKING.

SECTION I

ELOQUENCE OF THE PULPIT.

L—On Truth and Integrity Tillotson.

RUTH and integrity have all the advantages of appearance, and many more. If the show of any thing be good for any thing, 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 dissemble, 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 labor to seem to have it, is lost. There is something unnatural in painting, which a skilful eye will easily discern from native beauty and com. plexion.

It is hard to personate and act a part long; for where truth is not at the bottom, nature will always be endeavoring to return, and will betray herself at one time or other. Therefore, if any man think it convenient to seem good, let him be so indeed; aud then his goodness will appear to every one's satisfaction; for truth is convincing, and curries its own light and evidence along

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