Disparted; and between spun out the air VIII. Overthrow of the Rebel Angels. So spake the Son: and into terror changed His countenance, too severe to be beheld, And full of wrath bent on his enemies. At once, the four spread out their starry wings, Yet half his strength he put not forth; but check'd IX. Alexander's Feast; or, The Power of Music. "TW WAS at the royal feast, for Persia won Aloft in awful state, The god-like hero sat On his imperial throne. His valiant peers were plac'd around, Their brows with roses and with myrtle bound: The lovely Thais by his side, Sat like a blooming eastern bride, None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave, deserves the fair. Timotheus plac'd on high Amid the tuneful choir, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The song began from Jove, When he to fair Olympia press'd, And stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of the world, The list'ning crow'd admire the lofty sound; A present deity they shout around; A present deity, the vaulted roofs rebound. With ravish'd ears The monarch hears, Affects to nod, And seems to shake the spheres. The praise of Bacchus, then, the sweet musician sung; The jolly god in triumph comes; Sound the trumpets; beat the drums; He shows his honest face. Now give the haughtboys breath-he comes! he comes! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus' blessings are a treasure; Drinking is the soldier's pleasure; 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; Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius, great and good, Fail'n, fall'n, fall'n, fall'n, On the bear earth expos'd he liés, With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast look the joyless victor sat, The various turns of fate below; The mighty master smil'd to see Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Never ending, still beginning, Take the good the gods provide thee; The many rend the skies with loud applause : Gaz'd on the fair Who caus'd his care, And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd, At length, with love and wine at once oppressid, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Has rais'd up his head, As awak'd from the dead; And, amaz'd, he stares around. Revenge, revenge! Timotheus cries- See the snakes that they rear, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! 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 Behold! how they toss their torches on high, And glitt'ring temples of their hostile gods! The princes applaud, with a furious joy; And the king seiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to destroy: Thais led the way, To light him to his prey; And, like another Helen-fir'd another Troy. Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute; Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage-or kindle soft desire. Inventress of the vocal frame. The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, 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; LESSONS IN SPEAKING. SECTION I. ELOQUENCE OF THE PULPIT. I. On Truth and Integrity. RUTH and integrity have all the advantages of ap Turan andandegrity have all 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 discoyered 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 complexion. 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; and then his goodness will appear to every one's satisfaction: for truth is convincing, and carries its own light and evidence along with it; and will not only commend us to every man's conscience, but which is much more, to God, who searcheth our hearts. So that, upon all accounts, sincerity is true wisdom. Particularly, as to the affairs of this world, integrity hath many advan tages over all the artificial modes of dissimulation and deceit. It is much the plainer and easier, much the safer and more secure way of dealing in the world; it hath less of trouble and difficulty, of entanglement and perplexity, of |