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Ye doubts and fears, and all that know to move
Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love,
Scatter'd by winds recede, and wild in forests rove.

EMMA.

There must be an effeminate softness in your manner of expreffing Emma's joy.

O day, the faireft fure that ever rose!
Period and end of anxious Emma's woes!
Sire of her joy, and source of her delight;
O! wing'd with pleasure, take thy happy flight,
And give each future morn a tincture of thy white.
Yet tell thy votary, potent queen of love,
Henry, my Henry, will he never rove?
Will he be ever kind, and just, and good?

And is there yet no mistress in the wood?

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These three queftions must be spoken with great fimplicity of look, the latter peculiarly fo.

None, none there is; the thought was rash and vain;

A false idea, and a fancy'd pain.

Doubt shall for ever quit my strengthen❜d heart,
And anxious jealoufy's corroding smart;

Nor other inmate shall inhabit there,

But foft Belief, young Joy, and pleafing Care.

Hence

Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and flow,
And fortune's various gale unheeded blow.
If at my feet the fuppliant Goddess stands,
And sheds her treasure with unweary'd hands:
Her prefent favour cautious I'll embrace,
And not unthankful ufe the proffer'd grace:
If she reclaims the temporary boon,

And tries her pinions, flutt'ring to be gone;
Secure of mind, I'll obviate her intent,
And unconcern'd return the goods fhe lent.
Nor happiness can I, nor mifery feel,
From any turn of her fantastic wheel:
Friendship's great laws, and Love's fuperior pow'rs,
Must mark the colour of my future hours.
From the events which thy commands create,
I must my bleffings, or my forrows date;
And Henry's will muft dictate Emma's fate.
Yet while with clofe delight and inward pride
(Which from the world my careful foul shall hide)
I see thee, lord and end of my desire,
Exalted high as virtue can require;

With pow'r invested, and with pleasure cheer'd;
Sought by the good, by the oppreffor fear'd;
Loaded and bleft with all the affluent store,
Which human vows at fmoking fhrines implore;
Grateful and humble, grant me to employ

My life, fubfervient only to thy joy;

And at my death to bless thy kindness shown

To her, who of mankind could love but thee

alone.

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As we began with that part of the poem where the dialogue commences, we fhall now close where it ceafes. The remaining lines which conclude the whole compofition, are not very interesting, and do not contain any fituation particularly favourable to the exertions of a reader; an omiffion, that fufficiently authorizes us to refuse them a place in this mifcellany.

The reader of nice and delicate difcrimination will easily perceive in every poetical production, however trifling, feveral fituations which are fure of affording him opportunities of exerting his powers to advantage. These will be more numerous in fome compofitions than in others, and fufceptible of being made more of. But we have met with few pieces of poetry of any tolerable merit, that might not be read in fuch a manner as to give fatisfaction to a hearer. The following we have heard perufed with fuch an infipid monotonizing tone, and that too by men of sense, that, while in their hands, one would have fuppofed it incapable of producing the smallest effect. The contrary is foon discovered, on cafting your eye over it, as we shall prove.

WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT, IN A THUNDER

STORM.

By Mrs. CARTER.

BEGIN with a full, clear tone.

LET coward Guilt, with pallid Fear,

To fhelt'ring caverns fly,

And justly dread the vengeful fate

Now look upward.

That thunders thro' the sky.

Still look above, but with greater reverence and respec

Protected by that Hand, whofe law

The threat'ning storms obey,

Place your right hand on your breast in the next line.

Intrepid Virtue smiles fecure,

As in the blaze of day.

The two next lines in a frong tone, which forms a pleafing contrast to the manner in which you should read the remainder of the verse.

In the thick cloud's tremendous gloom,

The lightning's lurid glare,

Now foften your voice.

It

It views the fame all-gracious Pow'r,
'That breathes the vernal air.

Thro' Nature's ever-varying scene,
By diffrent ways purfu'd,

The one eternal end of Heav'n
Is univerfal good.

The last line deliberately impreffive.

With like beneficent effect

The next line with an energetic tone, and a look upward.

O'er flaming æther glows,

Here lower your voice to a peculiar foftness.

As when it tunes the linnet's voice,

Or blushes in the rofe.

By reafon taught to fcorn thofe fears

That vulgar minds moleft;

Let no fantastic terrors break

My dear Narciffa's reft.

The laft line, and the whole of the next verfe, with a expreffion of affection.

Thy life

may

all the tend'rest care

Of Providence defend;

And delegated angels round

Their guardian wings extend.

When

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