Pour'd through the mellow horn her penfive

foul:

And dafhing foft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels join'd the found; Thro' glades and glooms the mingled meafure ftole,

Or o'er fome haunted ftreams with fond delay,

Round an holy calm diffufing,

Love of peace, and lonely mufing,
In hollow murmurs died away.

But O, how alter'd was its fprightlier tone! When Cheerfulnefs, a nymph of healthieft hue,

Her bow across her fhoulder flung,

Her bufkins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an afpiring air, that dale and thicket

rung,

The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad

known;

The oak-crown'd Sifters, and their chafte

ey'd queen,

Satyrs and fylvan boys were feen,

Peeping from forth their alleys green;

Brown

Brown Exercise rejoic'd to hear,

And fport leap'd up and feiz'd his beechen fpear.

Laft came Joy's extatic trial,

He with viny crown advancing

First to the lively pipe his hand addrest, But foon he saw the brifk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the beft.

They would have thought, who heard the strain,

They faw in Tempe's vale her native maids,

Amidst the fetal founding fhades,

To fome unwearied minstrel dancing,

While, as his flying fingers kifs'd the ftrings,

Love fram'd with Mirth a gay fantastic

round,

Loofe were her treffes feen, her zone un

bound,

And he, amidst his frolic play,

As if he would the charming air repay,

Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.

O Mufic!

O Mufic! fphere-defcended maid,
Friend of pleasure, wifdom's aid,
Why, Goddefs, why to us denied?
Lay'st thou thy ancient lyre aside ?
As in that lov'd Athenian bower,
You learn'd an all-commanding power,
Thy mimic foul, O nymph endear'd !
Can well recall what then it heard.
Where is thy native fimple heart,
Devote to virtue, fancy, art?
Arife, as in that elder time,
Warm, energic, chaste, fublime!
Thy wonders in that god-like age,
Fill thy recording Sifter's page-
'Tis faid, and I believe the tale,
Thy humbleft reed could more prevail,
Had more of ftrength, diviner rage,
Then all which charms this laggard age,
Even all at once together found,
Cecilia's mingled world of found-
O bid our vain endeavours ceafe,
Revive the juft defigns of Greece,
Return in all thy fimple state!
Confirm the tales her fons relate?

VOL. I.

E

COLLINS.

Character

Character of the Virtuous Man. HE who in his youth, improves his intellectual powers in the fearch of truth and useful knowledge; and refines and ftrengthens his moral and active powers, by the love of virtue, for the service of his friends, his country and mankind; who is animated by true glory, exalted by facred friendship for focial, and foftened by virtuous love for domestic life; who lays his heart open to every other mild and generous affection, and who, to all thefe, adds a fober masculine piety, equally remote from fuperftition and enthusiasm; that

man

man enjoys the most agreeable youth; and lays in the richest fund for the honourable action, and happy enjoyment of the fucceeding periods of life.

He who, in manhood, keeps the defenfive and private paffions under the wifest restraint; who forms the most felect and virtuous friendships; who feeks after fame, wealth and power in the road of truth and virtue, and, if he cannot find them in that road, generously despises them; who, in his private character and connections gives fulleft fcope to the tender and manly paffions, and in his public character and connections ferves his