Ye doubts and fears, and all that know to move EMMA. There must be an effeminate softness in your manner of expreffing Emma's joy. O day, the faireft fure that ever rose! And is there yet no mistress in the wood? } These three queftions must be spoken with great fimplicity of look, the latter peculiarly fo. None, none there is; the thought was rash and vain; A false idea, and a fancy'd pain. Doubt shall for ever quit my strengthen❜d heart, Nor other inmate shall inhabit there, But foft Belief, young Joy, and pleafing Care. Hence Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and flow, And tries her pinions, flutt'ring to be gone; With pow'r invested, and with pleasure cheer'd; My life, fubfervient only to thy joy; And at my death to bless thy kindness shown To her, who of mankind could love but thee alone. } As As we began with that part of the poem where the dialogue commences, we fhall now close where it ceafes. The remaining lines which conclude the whole compofition, are not very interesting, and do not contain any fituation particularly favourable to the exertions of a reader; an omiffion, that fufficiently authorizes us to refuse them a place in this mifcellany. The reader of nice and delicate difcrimination will easily perceive in every poetical production, however trifling, feveral fituations which are fure of affording him opportunities of exerting his powers to advantage. These will be more numerous in fome compofitions than in others, and fufceptible of being made more of. But we have met with few pieces of poetry of any tolerable merit, that might not be read in fuch a manner as to give fatisfaction to a hearer. The following we have heard perufed with fuch an infipid monotonizing tone, and that too by men of sense, that, while in their hands, one would have fuppofed it incapable of producing the smallest effect. The contrary is foon discovered, on cafting your eye over it, as we shall prove. WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT, IN A THUNDER STORM. By Mrs. CARTER. BEGIN with a full, clear tone. LET coward Guilt, with pallid Fear, To fhelt'ring caverns fly, And justly dread the vengeful fate Now look upward. That thunders thro' the sky. Still look above, but with greater reverence and respec Protected by that Hand, whofe law The threat'ning storms obey, Place your right hand on your breast in the next line. Intrepid Virtue smiles fecure, As in the blaze of day. The two next lines in a frong tone, which forms a pleafing contrast to the manner in which you should read the remainder of the verse. In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom, The lightning's lurid glare, Now foften your voice. It It views the fame all-gracious Pow'r, Thro' Nature's ever-varying scene, The one eternal end of Heav'n The last line deliberately impreffive. With like beneficent effect The next line with an energetic tone, and a look upward. O'er flaming æther glows, Here lower your voice to a peculiar foftness. As when it tunes the linnet's voice, Or blushes in the rofe. By reafon taught to fcorn thofe fears That vulgar minds moleft; Let no fantastic terrors break My dear Narciffa's reft. The laft line, and the whole of the next verfe, with a expreffion of affection. Thy life may all the tend'rest care Of Providence defend; And delegated angels round Their guardian wings extend. When |