When sweet and blushing, like a virgin bride,
The radiant morn refum'd her orient pride;

In fpeaking of the morning appearing, the clouds gathering, the lightnings flashing, or any apparent change in the heavens, we always recommend the reader to give a look upward, as he is reading the defcription. This method we before mentioned, and we advise the practice of it in all thofe places where the fenfe will permit, as it gives a pleafing variety in the perufal of a long poem, and helps, in a confiderable degree, to keep

alive the attention of the hearer.

When wanton gales along the vallies play,
Breathe on each flow'r, and bear their sweets away;
By Tygris' wandering waves he fat and fung

This ufeful leffon for the fair and young.

Now raise your voice to the fame key in which you began.

"Ye Perfian dames," he faid, "to you belong,
(Well may they please) the morals of my fong:
"No fairer maids, I trust, than you are found,
"Grac'd with foft arts, the peopled world around!
* The morn that lights you, to your loves fupplies
"Each gentler ray, delicious to your eyes;
"For you those flow'rs her fragrant hands bestow,
"And your's the love that kings delight to know.
"Yet think not thefe, all beauteous as they are,
"The best kind blessings Heav'n can grant the fair:

"Who

"Who truft alone in Beauty's feeble ray, "Boaft but the worth Balfora's* pearls display! "Drawn from the deep, we own the surface bright; "But dark within, they drink no luft'rous light. "Such are the maids, and fuch the charms they boaft, "By fenfe unaided, or to virtue loft.

"Self-flatt'ring fex! your hearts believe in vain "That love fhall blind when once he fires the

❝ fwain;

"Or hope a lover by your faults to win,

"As fpots on ermine beautify the skin:
"Who fecks fecure to rule, be first her care
"Each fofter virtue that adorns the fair;
"Each tender paffion man delights to find
"The lov'd perfection of a female mind!

"Bleft were the days when Wisdom held her reign,
"And fhepherds fought her on the filent plain;
"With truth fhe wedded in the fecret grove,
"Immortal truth! and daughters bless'd their love.
"O hafte, fair maids! ye virtues, come away!
"Sweet Peace and Plenty lead you on your way!
"The balmy fhrub for you shall love our shore,
"By Ind excell'd, or Araby no more.

"Loft to our fields, for fo the Fates ordain,

"The dear deferters shall return again:

"Come thou, whofe thoughts as limpid springs are

"clear;

"To lead the train, fweet Modesty appear:

*The gulf of that name, famous for the pearl fishery.

"Here

"Here make thy court amid our rural scene,
"And shepherd girls fhall own thee for their queen.
"With thee be Chastity, of all afraid,

"Diftrusting all, a wife fufpicious maid;

"But man the most-not more the mountain doe "Holds the swift falcon for her deadly foe.

"Cold is her breaft, like flow'rs that drink the

❝ dew;

"A filken veil conceals her from the view.

"No wild defires amid thy train be known, "But Faith, whofe heart is fix'd on one alone: "Defponding Meekness, with her downcaft eyes "And friendly Pity, full of tender fighs; "And Love the laft. By thefe your hearts approve "Thefe are the virtues that muft lead to love." Now lower the voice.

Thus fung the fwain; and ancient legends fay,
The maids of Bagdat verified the lay:
Dear to the plains the virtues came along;
The shepherds lov'd, and Selim blefs'd his fong.

The next Eclogue is particularly affecting, and, in reading it, you ought to let a good deal of the pathetic breathe through the whole. Few bofoms we believe fo inflexible as not to feel confiderable emotions at hearing it well read.

ECLOGUE

ECLOGUE II.

HASSAN, OR THE CAMEL-DRIVER.

Scene, the Defert. Time, Mid-day.

IN filent horror, o'er the boundless wafte,
The driver Haffan with his camels pafs'd:
One cruife of water on his back he bore,
And his light fcrip contain'd a scanty store;
A fan of painted feathers in his hand,
To guard his shaded face from fcorching fand.
The fultry fun had gain'd the middle sky,
And not a tree, and not an herb was nigh:
The beafts with pain their dufty way pursue,

Shrill roar'd the winds, and dreary was the view!

The foregoing is very defcriptive of the dreary fituation of Haffan and his poor fuffering camels. Let your vice and look keep in melancholy unifon with the affecting fcene.

With defperate forrow wild, th'affrighted man

Thrice figh'd, thrice struck his breaft, and thus began:

Raife your voice now to a little higher key, but take care to preferve the pathetic undiminished.

"Sad was the hour, and luckless was the day, "When first from Shiraz' walls I bent my way!

"Ah!

"Ah! little thought I of the blafting wind,
"The thirft or pinching hunger that I find!
"Bethink thee, Haffan, where shall thirst affuage,
"When fails this cruife, his unrelenting rage;
"Soon fhall this fcrip its precious load refign;

"Then what but tears and hunger shall be thine?

The following addrefs to the poor animals is very affecting.

"Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear
"In all my griefs a more than equal share!
"Here, where no fprings in murmurs break away,
"Or mofs-crown'd fountains mitigate the day,
"In vain ye hope the green delights to know,
"Which plains more bleft, or verdant vales bestow;
"Here rocks alone, and tasteless fands are found,
"And faint and fickly winds for ever howl around
"Sad was the hour and luckless was the day,
"When firft from Shiraz' walls I bent my way!
"Curft be the gold and filver which perfuade
"Weak men to follow far-fatiguing trade!
"The lily peace outfhines the filver store,
"And life is dearer than the golden ore:
"Yet money tempts us o'er the defert brown,
"To ev'ry diftant mart, and wealthy town.
"Full oft we tempt the land, and oft the fea;
"And are we only yet repaid by thee?
"Ah! why this ruin so attractive made?

Or why, fond man, fo eafily betray'd?

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