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“ How Practice hath improv'd your Hand!

But now and then I cheat the Throng; « You ev'ry Day, and all Day long.

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LESSON XII.
On MUSIC.

T Efcend, ye Nine ! descend and fing; .

The breathing Instruments inspire,
Wake into Voice each silent String,
And sweep the founding Lyre!
In a fadly-pleasing Strain
Let the warbling Lute complain :

Let the loud Trumpet sound,
Till the Roofs all around

The shrill Echoes rebound:
While in more lengthen'd Notes and slow,

The deep, majestic, solemn Organs blow.
Hark! the Numbers soft and clear,
Gently steal upon the Ear;
Now louder, and yet louder rise,
And fill with spreading Sounds the Skies ;
Exulting in Triumph now swell the bold Notes,
In broken Air, trembling, the wild Music floats ;

Till by Degrees, remote and small,

The Strains decay,

And melt away,
In a dying, dying Fall.

LESSON XIII.
The RURAL LIFE.

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H knew he but his Happiness, of Men
The happiest he! who far from public Rage,

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Deep in the Vale, with a choice Few retird,
Drinks the pure Pleasures of the Rural Life.
What tho' the Dome be wanting, whose proud Gate
Each Morning vomits out the sneaking Croud
Of Flatterers false, and in their Turns abus’d ?
(Vile Intercourse !) What tho' the glitt'ring Robe
Of every Hue reflected Light can give,
Or floating loose, or stiff with mazy Gold,
(The Pride and Gaze of Fools !) oppress him not?
What tho’ from utmost Land and Sea purvey'd,
For him each rarer tributary Life
Bleeds not, and his insatiate Table heaps
With Luxury and Death? What tho' his Bowl
Flames not with costly Juice; nor funk in Beds, ,
Oft of gay Care, he tosses out the Night,
Or melts the thoughtless Hours in idle State ?
What tho' he knows not those fantastic Joys,
That still amuse the Wanton, still deceive;
A Face of Pleasure, but a Heart of Pain;
Their hollow Moments undelighted all ?
Sure Peace is his; a solid Life, estrang’d
To Disappointment, and fallacious Hope :
Rich in Content, in Nature's Bounty rich,
In Herbs and Fruits; whatever greens the Spring,
When Heaven descends in Show'rs; or bends the Bough,
When Summer reddens, and when Autumn beams;
Or in the wintry Glebe whatever lies
Conceal'd, and fattens with the richest Sap:
These are not wanting ; nor the milky Drove,
Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing 'Vale;
Nor bleating Mountains ; nor the Chide of Streams,
And Hum of Bees inviting Sleep sincere
Into the guiltless Breast, beneath the Shade,
Or thrown at large amid the fragrant Hay :
Nor aught beside of Prospect, Grove, or Song,
Dim Grottos, gleaming Lakes, and Fountains clear,
Here too dwells fimple Truth ; plain Innocence ;
Unfully's Beauty ; Sound unbroken Youth,
Patient of Labour, with a Little pleas'd;
Health ever-blooming ; unambitious Toil;
Calm Contemplation, and poetic Ease.

LESSON L ESSON XIV.

The Morning Hymn of ADAM and EVE.

M HESE are thy glorious Works, Parent of Good!

1 Almighty! Thine this universal Frame,
Thus wondrous fair ; Thy self how wond'rous then!
Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these Heav'ns,
Tous invisible, or dimly seen
In these thy lowest Works : yet these declare
Thy Goodness beyond Thought, and Pow'r divine.
Speak ye who best can tell, ye Sons of Light,
Angels! for ye behold him, and with Songs,
And choral Symphonies, Day without Night,
Circle his Throne rejoicing; ye in Heav’n :
On Earth join all ye Creatures to extoll
Him first, Him laft, Him midft, and without End.
Fairest of Stars ! last in the Train of Night,
If better thou belong not to the Dawn,
Sure Pledge of Day, that crown'ft the smiling Morn
With thy bright Circlet, praise Him in thy Sphere
While Day arises, that sweet Hour of Prime.
Thou Sun, of this great World both Eye and Soul,
Acknowledge him thy Greater ; sound His Praise
In thy eternal Course, both when thou climb'ft,
And when high Noon haft gain'd, and when thou fall’st.
Moon! that now meets the orient Sun, now Aly'st
With the fix'd Stars, fix'd in their Orb that flies ;
And ye five other wand'ring Fires ! that move.
In mystic Dance not without Song, resound
His Praise, who out of Darkness call’d up Light.
Air, and ye Elements ! the eldest Birth
Of Nature's Womb, that in Quaternion run
Perpetual Circle multiform ; and mix,
And nourish all Things : let your ceaseless Change
Vary to our great Maker still new Praise.
Ye Mists and Exhalations ! that now raise
From Hill, or steaming Lake, dusky, or grey,
Till the Sun paint your facecy Skirts with Gold,
In Honour to the World's great Author rise :
Whether to deck with Clouds th' uncolour'd Sky,
Or wet the thirfty Earth with falling Show'rs,

Rising,

Rising, or falling, still advance His Praise.
His Praise, ye Winds! that from four Quarters blow,
Breathe soft, or loud; and wave your Tops, ye Pines !
With every Plant, in Sign of Worship, wave.
Fountains ! and ye that warble, as ye flow,
Melodious Murmurs ! warbling, tune his Praise !
Join Voices, all ye living Souls! ye Birds,
That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend,
Bear on your Wings, and on your Notes, His Praise !
Ye that in Waters glide, and ye that walk
The Earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep!
Witness if I be filent, Morn or Even,

To Hill, or Valley, Fountain, or fresh Shade,
Made vocal by my Song, and taught His Praise.
Hail universal Lord! be bounteous still
To give us only Good: and if the Night
Have gather'd aught of Evil, or conceal'd,
Disperse it, as now Light difpels the Dark !

SECT. II. On SPEAKING.

IN these few Lessons which I have selected for the ImI provement of your Reading, I have endeavour'd as much as was possible to chuse such as contain good and useful Sentiments, and at the same time require many different Manners of Reading, as in the Study and Practice of them we have observ'd. I now proceed to lay before you some Lefsons for your Improvement in Speaking, to which a distinct and proper Manner of Reading is the best Preparative. I thought it best to take the Speeches I would have you make use of from the Roman History; as it is of all other Histories the most entertaining, the most interesting, and the most useful: and I have chosen to select those Speeches from Mr. Hooke, as his Stile is generally allow'd to be more pure and elegant than any other Roman History in our Language. To each Speech is prefix'd a short Account of the Occasion on which it was made, which will enable you to enter the better into the Sense and Meaning of it, and into the Spirit and Manner in which it ought to be spoke. These short Arguments should always be read to those who are to hear you, before you begin to speak,

LESSONS

LESSONS for SP E A KING.

LESSON I.

Romulus and Remus being fent by their Grandfather Numi

tor from Alba, at the Head of a Colony, to seek' a new Settlement, quarrelld about the Choice of a Spot where they should fix, and build them a City; Romulus chusing Mount Palatine, and Remus Mount Aventine. Remus is said to have lost his Life in this Dispute. The City was therefore built on Mount Palatine, and, in Compliment to its Founder, called Rome. As Romulus had not taken upon him the chief Command of the Colony for any longer Time than while the City was building, he, as soon as the Work was finib'd, submitted the Form of its future Government to the Choice of the People, and calling the Citizens toge. ther, harangu'd them in Words to this Effect.

TF all the * Strength of Cities lay in the Height of their

| Ramparts, or the Depth of their Ditches, we should have great Reason to be in Fear for that which we have now built. Are there in Reality any Walls too high to be scaled by a valiant Enemy? And of what Use are Ramparts in intestine Divisions ? They may serve for a Defence against fudden Incursions from Abroad; but it is by Courage and Prudence chiefly, that the Invasions of Foreign Enemies are repelled ; and by Unanimity, Sobriety, and Justice, that. Domestic_Seditions are prevented. Cities fortified by the strongest Bulwarks, have been often seen to yield to Force from without, or to Tumults from within. An exact mili

* Rome, properly speaking, says Mr. Hooke, was at first but a very sorry Village, whereof even the principal Inhabitants follow'd their own Ploughs; and until it was rebuilt, after the burning of it by the Gauls, did not deserve the Name of a City. Such were the Beginnings of the Capital of the World!

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