lik'e-familiarity of to'ne, and mend the language, as they go on', cr’ying, instead of par'doneth and abs'olveth, par'dons and absolves. The'se/ are often pretty class'ical-scholars, and would think it an unpa’rdonable offe'nce to read Vir'gil or Martial with so little taʼste, as they d'o div'ine-service.

If those who e'rr/ in these particulars/ would please to recollect the many plea'santries/ they have read upon thoʻse/ who recite go'od-things/ with an ill’-grace, they would go on to thi'nk tha't/ what in that case is only ridi'culous, in themseloves/ is impious.

But/ leaving this to their own refle'ctions, I shall conclude with what Cæ'sar said, upon the irregula'rity-of-tone/ in on'el who read before hi'm, « Do you read or sing? if you si'ng, you sing very ill."




ADDISON. Most foreign wri'ters/ who have given any character of the English n'ation, (whatever vic“es they ascrib'e-to-it,) allo'w, in ge'neral, that the people are naturally modest. It proceeds, perhaps, from th'is, our na'tional-virtue/, that ou^r orators/ are observed to make use of less ges'ture or ac'tion, than thoʻse of o'ther-countries. Ou'r preachers stand stock-s'till/ in the pu'lpit, and will not so much as move a fin'ger/ to set off the be'st-sermons/ in the woʻrld. We meet with the same speaking sta'tues at our bar's, and in all public pla'ces of debate. O‘ur words flow from us/ in a sm'ooth/ conti'nued-stream, without those strai'nings of the vo'ice, mo'tions of the body, and ma'jesty of the ha'nd, which are so much celebrated in the orators of Gr'eece and Ro'me. We can talk of life and death in cold-blood, and keep our temper in a discour'se/ which turns upon e'very-thing/ that is de'ar-to-us. Though our zeal bre’aks-out/ in the finest tro‘pes and figʻures, it is not able to stir a limb ab'out us.

It is certain/ that proper ges'tures and exer'tions of the voi'ce/ cannot be too much stu'died/ by a public-orator. They are a kind of comment to what he u'tters, and enforce e'verything he say's, better than the stron'gest-argument/ he can

make us'e of. They keep the audience awake, and fix their attention to what is deli'vered to them ; at the same time) that they shew the spe’aker/ is in earn'est, affected hims elf/ with what he so passionately re'commends to others.

We are told that the great L'atin-orator (Cicero) very much impaired his he'alth/ by the vehemence of a'ction with which he u'sed to deliv'er-himself. The Gre°ek-orator (Demo'sthenes) was likewise so very famous for this particular in rh'etoric, that one of his anta'gonists (Æ'schines), whom he had banished from Athens, reading over the ora'tion/ which had proc'ured his ban'ishment, and seeing his frie'nds adm’ireit, could not forbe'ar exclaiming, “ If you are so charmed with the bare rehe'arsal of this or'ation, how woʻuld you

have been affected, had you heard him deliver it himself, with all his fir'e and forc'e!

How cold and dead a fi'gure, (in comparison with these two great m'en,) does an o‘rator often make at a Br'itish-bar, holding up his he'ad/ with the most insipid sere’nity, and stroking the sid'es of a long w'ig/ that reaches down to his middle ! Nothing can be more rid'iculous/ than the ges'tures of most of our En'glish-speakers. You see some-of-them/ running their hands into their po`ckets/ as far as ever they can thru'stthem, and others/ looking with great attention on a pie'ce of paʼper/ that has nothing writ'ten-on-it: you may see many a smart rhetor'ician/ turning his ha't/ in his hands, mould'ing-it/ into se'veral/ di'fferent-cocks, exam'ining/ som'etimes the lin'ingof-it, and som“etimes the buotton, during the whole cou'rse of his haran'gue. A deaf man/ would think he was chea'pening a be’aver, wh’en/ perh`aps/ he is talking of the fa'te of the Br'itish-nation. I reme’mber, when I was a young ma'n, and used to frequent Westminster-H'all, there was a cou'nsellor/ who never pleaded without a piece of paʼck-thread/ in his ha'nd, which he used to twist about a thu'mb or fin'ger all the wh'ile he was speaking ; the woags of tho'se-days/ used to call it the thread of his discoʻurse, for/ he was not able to u'tter a w'ord/ with out it. One of his cli'ents, (who was more me'rry than wisse,) sto'le it from him one d'ay/ in the midst of his ple’ading ; but he had be'tter have let it alo'ne, f'or/ he los't his cau'se/ by the j'est.




Collins. When Mu'sic, (he’avenly-maid, *) was you'ng, While yet in early Gree'ce she su’ng, The passions of t) to hear her shell', Thronged aro'und/ her magic c'ell, Exul'ting, trem'bling, ra'ging, fain'ting, (Possessed beyond the Mu‘se’s-painting.) By tur'ns, they felt the glowing mi'nd) Distu'rbed, deli’ghted, rai'sed, refined: Till on'ce, ('tis said, when all were fired, Fill'ed with fu'ry, rap't, inspi'red, From the supporting myrtles rou'nd/ They snatched her in'struments of sou’nd; And, as they oft had he'ard/ apa'rt/ Sweet less'ons of her forceful ar't, Ea'ch (for ma'dness ruled the hoʻur) Would pro've his ow'n/ expre'ssive-power. First, Fear, his hand, its ski'll/ to tr'y,

Amid the cho'rds/ bewildered la'id ; And back recoil'ed, he knew not wh'y,

Even at the sound hims'elf had made. Next An'ger, rush'ed, his e'yes on fire:

In light'nings/ owned his secret sting's. In o'ne/ rud'e-clash/ he stru`ck the ly're

And sw'ept, (with hurried ha'nds,) the strings.

* Words, as well as phrases, in apposition, whatever may be their grammatical character, will be much improved if read parenthetically. Examples :

ist. “When Music (heavenly maid) was young.”
2d. “Hope (the balm of life) is our greatest friend.”

3rd. “ The present life (which is the first stage of the immortal mind) abounds in materials of poetry.”

4th. “ As we perceive the shadow to have moved along the dial, but did not perceive its moving; so the advances we make in knowledge (consisting of insensible steps) are only perceived by the distance gone over.'

They would have thought (who heard the strain)
They saw, in Tempe's Vale, her native maids."

5th. “

With wof'ul-measures, wan Desp'air.

Lo'w/ sul'len-sounds/ his grief begui'led ;
A solemn, stra'nge, and mi`ngled air':

'Twas sa'd, by fi'ts — by staạrts, 'twas wi^ld.
But tho'u, (O Ho'pe!) with eye's so f'air,

Wh'at was thoy-delighted-measure !

Still it whisp'ered, promised ple’asure,

And bad'e the lovely sceʼnes/ at dis'tance ha'il. Still would ber touch the strain prolo'ng,

And from the ro'cks, the woods, the va'le, She called on Echo st'ill/ through all her son'g :

A'nd/ where her sweetest-theme/ she cho'se,

A sof't, respon'sive-voice was heard, at every close ;
And Hoʻpe, (ench'anted,) sm'iled, and wav'ed her golden-hair:
And longer had she su'ng — but, with a fro’wn,

Reveʼngel impatient-rose.
He threw his blood-stained sw'ord/ in thunder d'own;

An'd, with a withering look,

The war-denouncing trumpet to'ok,
And blew a blas't, so lo'ud and dresad,
Were ne'er prophe'tic-sounds/ so fu'll of wo:
And, e’ver and ano'n, he bea't/

Pronounced quickly.
The doubling dru'm, with furious h'eat;
And though, som'etimes, (each dreary pause between,)

Dejected Pity/ at his sid'e,

Her sou'l-subduing voice/ applied, Yet still he kept his wi'ld/ una'ltered-mi'en ; While each strained ball of si’ght — seemed bur'sting from

his head. Thoy numbers, (Jé'alousy,) to nouoght were fix'ed;

(Sad proof of thoy/ distre'ssful-state :) Of differing themes the veering song was mi'xed/

And, no'w, it courted L'ove: n'ow, (ra’ving,) ca'lled-on H‘ate. With eyes-upra'ised, (as one inspired,) Pale Melancholy, sat re'tired ; And, from her wi'ld/ sequ'estered sesat, (In not'es by dis'tance/ made more sw'eet,) Poured through the mellow hoʻrn/ her pensive so'ul :

And, dashing so'ft, from rocks arou'nd,

Bubbling run'nels/ joined the soʻund :
Through gla’des, and gloo'ms, the mingled me'asure stole ;
O'r/ o'er some haunted stre'ams, with fond delay,

(Round a holy calm diffus'ing,

Lo've of peace and lonely m'using)
In ho'llow mu'rmurs/ di'ed away.
But, О', how altered was its sprig'htlier to'ne
When Chee'rfulness, (a nymph of healthiest-hue,)

Her bo'w/ across her shoulder flun'g,

Her bus kins/ gemmed with morning de'w,
Blew an inspiring ai'r, that daʻle and thicket r'ung,

The hun’ter’s-call, to Fa'un and Dr'yad kno'wn;
The oak-crowned Sis'ters, and their chaste-eyed Qu'een,

Sa'tyrs, and syl'van-Boys, were se'en,
Pee'ping from for’th/ their aʻlleys gre'en :
Brown Exercise/ rejoiced to hear;

And Spo'rt leap'ed-up, and seized his be’echen sp'ear.
La'st, came Jooy's ecsta'tic trial :
H'e, (with viny crown adv'ancing,)

First to the lively pi'pe/ his hand addr'essed;
But, soon he s'aw, the bri'sk/ awa'kening viool,

Whose sw'eet/ entra'ncing vosice/ he lo'ved the be'st. They would have thou'ght, (who heard the st"rain,)

They sa'w, in Tem pe’s-vale, her native m'aids

(Amid the festal-sounding sh'ades,) To so'me, unwe'aried min'strel dan'cing;

Wh'ile, (as his flying fingers kis'sed the str'ings)
Lov'e/ framed with Mir'th/ a ga'y/ fantas'tic rosund,

(Loose were her tr'esses se'en, her zo'ne unb'ound),
And h'e (amid his frolic pla'y,

As if h'e would the charming air repay,)
Shook thousand oʻdours/ from his dew'y-wings.


IF d'ying-excellence, deserves a tear,
If fond remem'brance/ still is cherished he're ;
Can we persi'st/ to bid your sorrows flo'w/
For fa'bled su'fferers, and delu'sive w'oe?

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