Pity.

And tears began to flow!

791.

Secret satisfaction.

The mighty master smiled, to see
That love was in the next degree:
'Twas but a kindred sound to move

For pity melts the mind to love. (rapidly,
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,

Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures.

Remonstrance.

War, he sung, is toil and trouble;
Honour, but an empty bubble;

Never ending, still beginning,

Fighting still, and still destroying.

792.

changed to lively.)

Request.

If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, oh think it worth enjoying!

Admiration.

Lovely Thais sits beside thee,

Take the good the gods provide thee.

Burst of approbation.

The many rend the skies with loud applause:
So love was crown'd; but music won the cause.

793.

The prince, unable to conceal his pain,

Pensive.

Gazed on the fair,

Who caused his care,

Effeminate.

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 vanquished victor-sunk upon her breast!

Burst of voice.*

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!
Amazement.

Hark! hark !-the horrid sound
Has raised up his head,

As awaked from the dead :

And amazed, he stares around.

794.

Inciting furiously.

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! (rapidly.)
Behold a ghastly band,

Each a torch in his hand.

These are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,
And, unburied, 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.

795.

Breathless eagerness.

The princes applaud with a furious joy ;†
And the king seized a flambeau, with zeal to destroy;
Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey !

Burst.

And, like another Helen, fired-another Troy.

* The burst upon "rouse;" dwelling on the consonant r,

the tongue against the upper gum.

†The princes-applaud—with a furious-joy;

trilled by

And the king-seized a flambeau-with zeal-to destroy, &c.

796.

Narration.

Thus, long ago,

Ere heaving bellows learned 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.

797.

Pleasure.

At last, divine Cecilia came,
Inventress of the vocal frame.

The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,
Enlarged the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds.
With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Cancluding.

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown :

Awe.

He raised a mortal to the skies,

Delight.

She drew an angel down.-Dryden.

LORD CHATHAM'S REPLY TO LORD SUFFOLK.

VEHEMENT EXPRESSION.

I am astonished, I am shocked to hear such principles confessed; to hear them avowed in this house, or even in this country. (Indignation) My Lords, I did not intend to have encroached again on your attention, but I cannot repress my indignation. I feel myself impelled to speak. My Lords, we are called upon as members of this house, as men, as Christians, to protest against such horrible barbarity. That God and Nature have put into our hands!" What ideas of God and nature that noble lord may entertain, I know not; but I know that such detestable principles are equally abhorrent to religion and humanity. What! to attribute the sacred sanction of God and nature to the massacres of the Indian scalping-knife!

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to the cannibal torturing, murdering, devouring, drinking, the blood of his mangled victims! Such notions shock every precept of morality, every feeling of humanity, every sentiment of honour. These abominable principles, and this more abominable avowal of them, demand the most decisive indignation. (Solemnity) I call upon that right reverend, and this most learned bench, to vindicate the religion of their God, to support the justice of their country. I call upon the bishops to interpose the unsullied sanctity of their lawn ;-upon the judges to interpose the purity of their ermine; to save us from pollution. I call upon the honour of your lordships to reverence the dignity of your ancestors, and to maintain your own. I call upon the spirit and humanity of my country, to vindicate the national character. I invoke the genius of the constitution. From the tapestry that adorns these walls, the immortal ancestor of this noble lord frowns with indignation at the disgrace of his country. (Unmixed expression of indignation) In vain did he defend the liberty, and establish the religion of Britain against the tyranny of Rome, if these worse than popish cruelties and inquisitorial practices, are endured among us. To send forth the merciless cannibal thirsting for blood!-against whom? —(Astonishment) your protestant brethren ?-to lay waste their country, to desolate their dwellings, to extirpate their race and name by the aid and instrumentality of these horrible hell-hounds of war! Spain can no longer boast pre-eminence in barbarity. She armed herself with blood-hounds to extirpate the wretched natives of Mexico; but we, more ruthless, loose the dogs of war against our countrymen in America, endeared to us by every tie that should sanctify humanity. (Solemn expression of feeling.) My lords, I am old and weak, and unable to say more, but my feelings and indignation were too strong to say less. I could not have slept this night in my bed, nor reposed my head upon my pillow, without giving vent to my eternal abhorrence of such enormous and preposterous principles.

THE END.

J. BILLING, PRINTER AND STEREOTYPER, GUILDFORD, SURREY.