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$201. The Library.


In such lov'd spot (if fortune deign'd to smile),


Calm let me live, and ev'ry care beguile; IL! Contemplation! grave majestic dame, Hold converse with the great of ev'ry time, In thee glad Science greets a parent's The learn'd of ev'ry class-the good of ev'ry [strain, clime. e is each art of speech, each rapt'rous Graces lead, the Virtues fill thy train! om all of evil, life or dreads or knows, cal trifles, and its fancied woes, ad thy votary! pensive, yet serene, some lone seat, thy favorite, hallow'd

There better still, as wiser grow; and there
(Tis just ambition, tho' 'tis hopeless pray')
Still found, like them, on real worth my claim,
And catch their merit to partake their faine.



re his calm breast may every pow'r ein-
self-born peace and independant joy.
id see! the Library my steps invites ;
tht with true profit and with pure


§ 202. Water.

right apisov vowe Pindar sings,


That simple Water is the best of things, Would Water-poets were the best of bards! But, Oh! that chance is not upon the cards! Vain were th' attempt such logic to apply; My verse would give my arguments the lie.Yet what I can I will:-not be whose lyre, theme of modern praise, and early fame; Leads on th' Aonian mount the sister choir, , statesmen, sages, lov'd, rever'd, ad-(Tho' all the inspiring potions he explore, mir'd, [fr'd, From Water up to Nectar) can do more. m sense enlighten'd, and whom glory From earth's deep womb-for earth their store to my view, still sweet, still great, still suppliesbold,

Thro' countless pores the moist effluvia rise,
Distinct below, where oozing strata shed
Drop after drop; till from their humid bed
Th' emergent vapours steam; and as they go,
Condense, incorporate, extend, and flow.
transport-Thanks, kind Philosophy! whose lore pro-

to a feast, which elegance and love,
nan must relish, and the heart approve.
w awful is the spot!-each honour'd

in pow'r, and active, as of old.
wasteful time! here, here, thy rage is

!fond boaster! Genius scorns thy reign.
poet here, whom gen'rous

es coeval with the worth he prais'd.
Is exalted gave his breast to glow,
y bade him sympathise with woe;
etly soft he chose the lover's part,
th to satire urg'd his honest heart;
rse still lives, his sentiment still warms,
re still warbles, and his wit still charms.
by the past to form the rising age,
ave historian spreads his ample page;
faithful care preserves the hero's fame,
ins to infamy the traitor's name;
: records bid fair virtue ever live,
are immortal in the life they give.
the firm patriot, on whose winning
ow-soft dews of mild persuasion hung,
new to lead in spirit, and control
ctile passions, and usurp the soul;
eads, still rules; now lively, now severe,
the purpose, or commands the tear.
the firm friends of science, and of inan,
aught new arts, or open'd nature's plan;
ach improv'd, or drew from both com-


to the body, vigour to the mind; ade mankind to nobler aims arise, good, more just, more happy, or more wise; deathless, as the bliss their toil procur'd, mem'ry pays the debt-desert cnsur'd.

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Thus helps me bring my Water above ground!
Henceforth to trace it, little will suffice,
Obvious to common sense, and common eyes.
If in the mental calm of joy serene,
I seek, thro' faney's aid, the Sylvan scene,
There Water meets me, by the pebbled side
Of sedgy-fringed brooks, expanding wide
In dimpled eddies-or with murmurs shri!!.
Running sweet unisons, where responsive till
In cadence meet, impending aspens hail
Heav'n's mildest breath, soft quiv'ring to the

Too charming visions of intense delight!
Why? whither vanish ye? Her eagle flight
Fancy renews; and full athwart mine eye
Throws an enormous cataract :--from on high,
In awful stillness deep'ning Waters glide,
Een to the rude rock's ridge abrupt, then slide
Pond'rous down, down, the void; and pitch
In thunders.-Dash'd to foam, awhile they
No certain current; till again combin'd,
In boiling tides along the waves they wind.
Oh! bear me hence, where Water's force dis-
More useful energy; where classic praise
Adorns the names of chiefs long dead, who
Thro' channel'd rocks concent'ring streams, and
One aqueduct divided lands to lave,
And hostile realms to rink, one common wäre.


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Water where yonder spout to heav'n ascends, Rides in tremendous triumphs; Ocean bends; And ruin raising high her baleful head, Broods o'er the waste, the bursting mass will spread.

Enough of wat'ry wonders :-all-dismay'd, Een Fancy starts at forms herself hath made. Let them whom terror can inspire, pursue Themes too terrific: I with humble view, Retire unequal,nor will e'er again

To Water's greater works devote my strain; Content to praise it, when with gentle sway, Profuse of rich increase, it winds its way Thro' the parch'd glebe; or fills with influence


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Or shall we stray, Where stately thro' the public way, Amidst the trumpet's clangors, and th' acclaim Of civic zeal, in long procession move Nobles and chiefs of venerable fame;

Or haply sovereign majesty displays To public view the lustre of its rays, And proves at once, and wins, a nation's love?

Hark! how the solemn ocean calls Attention's sober ears to hallow'd walls, Where meek, yet warm, beneath the temple's Devotion secks, with stedfast eyes, [shade, The God whose glories every gloom pervade, To whom for ever prayer is inade,

And daily praises rise.

What notes, in swiftest cadence running, Thro' many a maze of varied measure, Mingled by the master's cunning,

Give the alarm to festive pleasure? Cambria, 'twas thy harps of old

Each gallant heart's recess explor'd, Announcing feats of chit itains bold, To grace ite hospitable boud.

Mark how the soldier's eye
Looks proud defiance! How his hear be
With glorious expectation! What inspires-
What fans his martial fires?
What but the power of sound?
The clam'rous drums his anxious ardour re
His blood flows quicker round;
At once he hears, he feels, enjoys, obey.

Where gath'ring storms incessant lour,
And niggard nature chills th' abortive gain,
From her bleak heights see Scotland
Blithe lads and lassies trim; an hardy the,
Down the crag, and o'er the lea,
Following still, with hearty glee,
The bag-pipes' mellow minstrelsy.
Tinge Italy's serener skies,
Where cloudless suns, with glowing dies,
Soft the winding lawns along

The lover's lute complains; While ling ring Echo learns the song, Gives it the woods; and, loth to lose One accent of th` impassion'd muse,

Bids woods return it to the plains. Time was when, stretch'd beneath the bee shade,

The simple shepherd warbled his swee Lur'd to his rustic reed, the gentle maid ́ Welcom'd the morn, and caroll'd dow Why do our swains depart from ancient Why sounds no pastoral reed on Britain's -The innocence which tun'd it is no

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And with just steps each tuneful note
I teach; be present, all ye sacred choir,
Blow the soft lute, and strike the sound.
When Fielding bids, your kind assistance
And at her feet the lowly tribute fling
Oh, may her eyes (to her this verse is de
What first themselves inspir'd vouchs

Hail, loftiest art! thou canst all hearts enemi
And make the fairest still appear more i
Beauty can little execution do,
Unless she borrows half her charms from
Few, like Pyginalion, doat on lifeless ch
Or care to clasp a statue in their arms;
But breasts of flint must melt with fierced:
When art and motion wake the sleeping
A Venus drawn by great Apelles' hand.
May for a while our wond'ring eyes comm
But still, tho' form'd with all th' powers
The lifeless piece can never warm the hea
So fair a nymph, perhaps, may please the
Whilst all her beauteous limbs unactive
But when her charms are in the dance dis
Then every heart adores the lovely mud;

is sets her beauty in the fairest light, *d shews each grace in full perfection bright; en, as she turns around, from every part, se porcupines, she sends a piercing dart: vain, alas! the fond spectator tries shun the pleasing dangers of the eyes, Parthian-like, she wounds as sure behind th flowing curls, on ivory neck reclin'd. ether her steps the minuet's mazes trace, the slow Louvre's more majestic pace; ether the rigadoon employs her care, prightly jigg displays the nimble fair; ev'ry step new beauties we explore, I worship now what we admir'd before. when Eneas, in the Tyrian grove, Venus met, the charining queen of love, beauteous goddess, whilst unmov'd she To make the finish'd piece completely fine; stood, [wood; When least adorna'd, another steals our hearts, 'd some fair nymph, the guardian of the And rich in native beauties, wants not arts. when she mov'd, at once her heavenly In some are such resistless graces found, mien, queen; That in all dresses they are sure to wound; graceful step, confess'd bright Beauty's Their perfect forms all foreign aids despise, glories o'er her form each moment rise, And gems but borrow lustre from their eyes. all the goddess opens to his eyes. [way; Let the fair nymph, in whose plump check is ow haste, my muse, pursue thy destin'd it dresses best become the dancer say; rules of dress forget not to impart, sson precious to the dancing art.

e soldier's scarlet, glowing from afar,
s that his bloody occupation's war;
st the lawn band, beneath the double chin,
ainly speaks divinity within; [snows,
milk-maid safe through driving rains and
p'd in her cloak, and propp'd on patiens

And now, ye youthful fair, I sing to you,
With pleasing smiles my useful labors view:
For you the silk-worms fiue-wrought-webs

And lab'ring spin their little lives away;
you bright gems with radiant colours glow,
Fair as the dies that paint the heavenly bow ;.
For you the sea resigns its pearly store,
And earth unlocks her mines of treasur'd ore;
In vain yet nature thus her gifts bestows,
Unless yourselves with art those gifts dispose.
Yet think not, nymphs, that in the glit'ring

One form of dress prescrib'd can suit with all;
Que brightest shines when wealth and art


st the soft belle, immur'd in velvet chair,
but the silken shoe, and trusts her bosom

e woolley drab, and English broad-cloth
I well the horseman from the beating


ad the dancer with too great a weight,
all from every pore the dewy sweat.
r let him his active limbs display
ablet thin, or glossy paduasoy.

unwieldy pride his shoulders press,
ry, light, and easy be his dress;
be his yielding sole, and low his heel,
ill he nimbly bound, and safely wheel.
let not precepts known my verse prolong,
>ts which use will better teach than song;
hy should I the gallant spark command,
clean white gloves to fit his ready hand?
his fob enlivening spirits wear,
ungent salts to raise the fainting fair?
It the sword that dangles at his side,

from its silken bandage be unty'd? should my lays the youthful tribe advise, owy clouds from out their wigs arise? I their partners mourn their laces spoil'd, ining silks with greasy powder soil'd. ed I, sure, bid prudent youths beware, th erected tongues their buckles stare: inted steel shall oft their stocking rend, the approaching petticoat offend.


A constant blush, be clad in cheerful green;
In such a dress the sportive sea-nymphs go,
So in their grassy beds fresh roses blow:
The lass whose skin is like the hazel brown,
With brighter yellow should o'ercome her own;
While maids grown pale with sickness or


The sable's mournful dye should chuse to wear:
So the pale moon still shines with purest light,
Cloth'd in the dusky mantle of the night.


But far from you be all those treach'rous
That wound with painted charms unwary
Dancing's a touchstone that true beauty tries,
Nor suffers charins that nature's hand denies:-
Tho' for a while we may with wonder view
The rosy blush and skin of lovely hue, [glow,
Yet soon the dance will cause the cheeks to
And melt the waxen lips and neck of snow.
So shine the fields in icy fetters bound,
Whilst frozeu gems bespangle all the ground;
Thro' the clear crystal of the glitt'ring snow,
With scarlet dye the blushing hawthorns

O'er all the plains unnumber'd glories rise,
And a new bright creation charms our eyes,
Tül Zephyr breathes, then all at once decay.
The splendid scenes, their glories fade away;
The fields resign the beauties not their own,
And all their snowy charins run trickling down.

Dare I in such momentous points advise,
I should condemn the hoop's enormous size.
Ofills I speak by long experience found:
Oft have I trod th' unmeasurable round,
And mont'd my shins bruis'd black with

many a wound.

Nor should the tighten'd stays, too straitly laced
In whalebone bondage, gall the slender waist;
Nor waving lappets should the dancing fair,
Nor ruffles edged with dangling fringes wear;

Oft will the cobweb-ornaments catch hold
On the approaching button rough with gold;
Nor force, nor art, can then the bonds divide,
When once th' entangled gordian knot is ty`d.
So the unhappy pair, by Hymen's pow'r
Together join'd, in some ill-fated hour,
The more they strive their freedom to regain,
The faster binds th' indissoluble chain.

Let each fair maid, who fears to be disgrac'd,
Ever be sure to tie her garter fast,
Les: the loose string, amidst the public ball,
A wish'd for prize to some proud fop should

Who the rich treasure 'sha!! triumphant shew, And with warm blushes cause her cheek to glow.

But yet (as Fortune by the self-same way She humbles many, some delights to raise) It happen'd once, a fair illustrious dame, By such neglect acquir'd immortal fame: And thence the radiant star and garter blue, Britannia's nobles grace, if fame says true; Hence still, Plantagenet, thy beauties bloom, Tho' long since moulder'd in the dusky tomb;

Still thy lost garter is thy sovereign's care,
And what each royal breast is proud to wear.
But let me now my lovely charge remind,
Lest they forgetful leave their fans behind:
Lay not, ye fair, the pretty toy aside,

A toy at once display'd for use and pride;
A wond'rous engine, that by uragic charmis,
Cools your own breasts, and every other's


What daring hand shall e'er attempt to tell
The powers that in this little weapon dwell?
What verse can c'er explain its various parts,
Its numerous uses, motions, charms, and arts?
Its painted folds, that oft extended wide,
Th' afflicted fair one's blubber'd beauties hide,
When secret sorrows her sad bosom fill,
If Strephon is unkind, or Shock is ill:

Its sticks, on which her eyes dejected pore,
And pointing fingers number o'er and o'er,
When the kind virgin burns with secret shame,
Dies to consent, yet fears to own her flame;
Its shake triumphant, its victorious clap,
Its angry flutter, and its wanton tap.

[sing, Forbear, my muse, th' extensive theme to Nor trust in such a flight thy tender wing; Rather do you in humble lines proclaim, From whence this engine took its form and

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For her they leave the wand'ring flocks to
Whilst Fanny's name resounds thro' every
And spreads on every tree, enclos'd in knot;
of love;

As Fielding's now, her eyes all hearts inflame
Like her in beauty as alike in name. [hic.
'Twas when the summer's sun, now moun
With fiercer beams had scorch'd the glos
Beneath the covert of a cooling shade, s
To shun the heat this lovely nymph was f
The sultry weather o'er her cheek's had spó
A blush that added to her native red,
And her fair breast as polish'd marble whre,
Was half conceal'd and half expos'd to sh.1

olus, the mighty god whom winds obes, Observ'd the beauteous maid as thus she O'er all her charms he gaz'd with fond de.... And suck'd in poison at the dang'rous st He sighs, he burus, at last declares his pr But still he sighs, and still he woos in v The cruel nymph, regardless of his mean, Minds not his flame, uneasy with her on But still complains that he who rul'd the Would not command ono zephyr to repa Around her face; nor gentle breeze to Thro' the dark gale, to sooth the sultry By love incited, and the hopes of joy, Th' ingenious god contriv'd this pretty t With gales incessant to relieve her flame And call'd it Fan, from lovely Fanny's


Now see prepar'd to lead the sprightly & The lovely nymphs and well-dress'd y advance;


The spacious room receives its jovial guer And the floor shakes with pleasing oppress'd;'

Thick rang'd on every side, with various The fair in glossy silks our sight surprise So in a garden bath'd with genial show's A thousand sorts of variegated flow'rs, Jonquils, carnations, pinks, and tulips And in a gay confusion charm our eyes. High o'er their heads with num'rous bright,

Large sconces shed their sparkling be Their sparkling beams that still more be flow,

Reflected back from gems and eyes bel Unuumber'd fans, to cool the crowded With breathing zephyrs, move the circl The sprightly fiddle, and the sounding Each youthful breast with gen'rous wa inspire;

Fraught with all joys, the blissful momer Whilst music melis the car, and beauty ch the eye.

Now let the youth to whose superior It first belongs the splendid ball to grace. With humble bow, and ready hand prepare Forth from the crowd to lead his chosen The fair shall not his kind regani deny, But to the pleasing toil with ardoar iv.

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stay, rash pair, not yet untaught ad



st hear the muse ere you attempt to dance.
y art directed, o'er the foaming tide
ure from rocks the painted vessels glide;
art the chariot scours the dusty plain, [rein;
rings at the whip, and hears the strait'ning
art our bodies must obedient prove,
er we hope with graceful ease to move.
ong was the dancing art unfix'd and free,
ace lost in error and uncertainty-
precepts did it mind, or rules obey,
ev'ry master taught a diff'rent way:
ice, ere each new-born dance was fully tried,
lovely product, e'en in blooming, dy'd.
o' various hands in wild confusion toss'd,
teps were alter'd, and its beauties lost;
Faillet, the pride of Gallia, rose,
did the dance in characters compose;
lovely grace by certain marks he taught,
every step in lasting volumes wrote:
ce o'er the world this pleasing art shall

Then, if he finds kind nature's gifts impart
Endowments proper for the dancing art,
If in himself he finds together join'd
An active body and ambitious mind,
In nimble rigadoons he may advance,
Or in the Louvre's slow majestic dance :
If these he fears to reach with easy pace,
Let him the minuet's circling mazes trace:
Is this too hard ?-this too let him forbear,
And to the country-dance confine his care.

Would you in dancing ev'ry fault avoid,
To keep true time be first your thoughts em-

All other errors they in vain shall mind,
Who in this one important point offend;
For this, when now united hand in hand,
Eager to start the youthful couple stand,
Let them awhile their nimble feet restrain,
And with soft taps beat time to ev'ry strain:
So for the race prepar'd two coursers stand,
And with impatient pawings spurn the sand.

In vain a master shall employ his care,
Where nature once has fix'd a clumsy air;
Rather let such, to country sports confin'd,
Pursue the flying hare, or tim'rous hind:
Nor yet, while I the rural squire despise,
A mien effeminate would I advise;
With equal scorn I would the fop deride,
Nor let him dance-but on the woman's side.

ev'ry dance in ev'ry clime be readlistant masters shall each step be seen, mountains rise, and oceans roar between: ce with her sister arts shall Dancing claim equal right to universal fame;


Isaac's Rigadoon shall live as long taphael's painting, or as Virgil's song. ise Nature ever with a prudent hand enses various gifts to ev'ry land, v'ry nation frugally imparts nius fit for some peculiar arts. rade the Dutch incline-the Swiss to c and verse are soft Italia's charms; ania justly glories to have found s unexplor'd, and sail'd the globe around: one will sure presume to rival France, ther she forms or executes the dance; er exalted genius 'tis we owe sprightly Rigadoon and Louvre slow; Borée, and Courant, unpractis'd long, nmortal Minuet, and the smooth Bretagne, all the dances of illustrious fame, from their native country take their name; 1 these let ev'ry ball be first begun, country-dance intre le 'till these are done. ch cautious bard ere he attempts to sing, gently flutt'ring tries his tender wing, if he finds that with uncommon fire muses all his raptur'd soul inspire, nce to heaven he soars in lofty odes, sings alone of heroes and of gods; f he trembling fears a flight so high, hen descends to softer elegy; if in elegy he can't succeed, st'ral he may tune the oaten reed. ould the dancer, ere he tries to move, care his strength, and weight, and genius ›rove;

And you, fair nymphs, avoid with equal care
A stupid dulness, and a coquet air;
Neither with eyes that ever love the ground,.
Asleep, like spinning-tops, run round and

Nor yet with giddy looks, and wanton pride,
Stare all around, and skip from side to side.

True dancing, like true wit, is best express'd
By nature only, to advantage dress'd;
'Tis not a nimible bound, or caper high,
That can pretend to please a curious eye;
Good judges no such tumblers' tricks regard,
Or think them beautiful because they're hard:
'Tis not enough that ev'ry stander-by
No glaring errors in your steps can spy;
The dance and music must so nicely meet,
Each note should seem an echo to your feet;
A nameless grace must in each movement

Which words can ne'er express, or precepts tell;
Not to be taught, but ever to be seen
In Flavia's air, and Chioe's easy mien ;
"Tis such an air that makes her thousands fall,
When Fielding dances at a birth-night ball;
Smooth as Camilla she skims o'er the plain,
And flies like her thro' clouds of heroes slain.
Now when the minuet, oft repeated o'er,
(Like all terrestrial joys) can please no more,
And ev'ry nymph, refusing to expand
Her charms, declines the circulating haud,
Then let the jovial country-dance begin,
And the loud fiddles call each straggler in;

Arte cite veloque rates remoque moventur
Arte leves currus.


-Nec audit currus habenas.

Fuillet wrote the Art of Dancing by Characters, in French, since translated by Weaver.

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