The next line with great effect-a fignificant paufe at the end of each femicolon. They kifs'd; the figh'd; he hung his head; To give full force and beauty in reading the following defcription of conjugal happinefs, it is not only neceffary that your utterance fhould be eafy and flowing, but that your looks should keep in unison with the fentiments of content you are to deliver. Without this concord of look and voice, in whatever you read, the effect of what you exprefs will be confiderably leffened, if not nearly destroyed. SONG. By Mr. MOORE. How bleft has my time been, what joys have I known, Since wedlock's foft bondage made Jeffe my own! That freedom is taftelefs, and roving a pain. Through Through walks, grown with woodbines, as often we stray, Around us our boys and girls frolic and play; To try her fweet temper, fometimes am I feen What tho' on her cheeks the rofe lofes its hue, Ye fhepherds fo gay, who make love to enfnare, The fort, tripping meafure in the following Song, the reader will doubtlefs fee the neceffity of reading in a light, eafy manner, to conform to the proper effect intended by the Poet. SONG. SONG. By AKENSIDE. THE fhape alone let others prize, The features of the fair! I look for fpirit in her eyes, A damask cheek, and iv'ry arm, A face where awful honour shines, The tenderness of love. These are the foul of beauty's frame, Without whofe vital aid Unfinish'd all her features feem, And all her rofes dead. But ah! where both their charms unite, How perfect is the view, With ev'ry image of delight, With graces ever new! Of Of pow'r to charm the greatest woe, And rapture thro' the foul. Their pow'r but faintly to exprefs All language must despair; Read the two concluding lines with more deliberation, and in a lower key. But go, behold Arpafia's face, Prior's productions of this kind have been long admired. We think the following one of his beft.There ought to be a great deal of gaiety in your look and manner in reading it. Ufe a familiar tone of voice, as if abfolutely converfing with a lady. DEAR Chloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face! Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world. How How canft thou prefume, thou haft leave to destroy To be vex'd at a trifle or two that I writ, Your judgment at once, and my paffion you wrong: You take that for fact, which will fcarce be found wit. you Do fong? think one muft fwear to the truth of a The whole in an eafy colloquial manner, as recommended before. What I fpeak, my fair Chloe, and what I write, The difference there is betwixt nature and art: The last five words more affectionately expreffed than the others. The god of us verfe-men (you know, child) the How after his journeys he fets up his reft: So |