"Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd,
"And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!”.
Bleft was the life that royal Abbas led:
Sweet was his love, and innocent his bed.

What if in wealth the noble maid excel;
The simple shepherd girl can love as well.
Let those who rule on Perfia's jewell'd throne
Be fam'd for love, and gentleft love alone;
Or wreathe, like Abbas, full of fair renown,
The lover's myrtle with the warrior's crown.
"O happy days!" the maids around her fay;

O hafte, profufe of bleffings, hafte away!

"Be ev'ry youth like royal Abbas mov'd,

"And ev'ry Georgian maid like Abra lov'd!”

We fhall now present our readers with the fourth and aft of thefe beautiful poems, and it contains fo many ftriking images and fituations which a reader of judgment may difplay to the greatest advantage, that we particularly advife the practice of it to the fcholar. Let your voice, as before, be fmooth, clear, and harmonious.

ECLOGUE IV.

AGIB AND SECANDER; OR THE FUGITIVES.

Scene, a Mountain in Circaffia. Time, Midnight.

IN fair Circaffia, where, to love inclin'd,
Each swain was blest, for ev'ry maid was kind;

Be very defcriptive in your manner, and deliberate in your articulation, in reading the following ten lines.

At that still hour, when awful midnight reigns, And none but wretches haunt the twilight plains; What time the Moon had hung her lamp on high, Here look up.

And pafs'd in radiance thro' the cloudless sky;
Now introduce the pathetic.

Sad o'er the dews two brother shepherds fled,
Where wild'ring fear and defp'rate forrow led:
Faft as they preft their flight, behind them lay
Wide ravag'd plains, and valleys stole away.
Along the mountain's bending fide they ran;
Till, faint and weak, Secander thus began:

SECANDER.

In a little higher key, and with a moving, affecting tone,

"Oh ftay thee, Agib; for my feet deny,
"No longer friendly to my life, to fly.

"Friend of my heart, oh turn thee, and furvey,
"Trace our fad flight thro' all its length of way!
"And first review that long-extended plain,
"And yon wide groves, already past with pain!
"Yon ragged cliff, whofe dang'rous path we tried!
"And laft, this lofty mountain's weary fide!"

AGIB.

AGIB.

"Weak as thou art, yet hapless thou must know "The toils of flight, or some severer woe! "Still as I hafte, the Tartar fhouts behind, "And fhrieks and.forrows load the fadd'ning wind; "In rage of heart, with ruin in his hand, "He blafts our harvests, and deforms our land. "Yon citron grove, whence first in fear we came, "Drops its fair honours to the conqu’ring flame; "Far fly the fwains, like us, in deep despair; "And leave to ruffian bands their fleecy care."

SECANDER.

"Unhappy land! whose bleffings tempt the sword; "In vain, unheard, thou call'ft thy Perfian lord! "In vain thou court'ft him, helpless, to thine aid,

To fhield the fhepherd, and protect the maid! "Far off, in thoughtless indolence refign'd,

"Soft dreams of love and pleasure footh his mind; "Mid fair fultanas loft in idle joy,

"No wars alarm him, and no fears annoy."

AGIB.

"Yet these green hills, in fummer's fultry heat, "Have lent the monarch oft a cool retreat.

Sweet to the fight is Zabra's flow'ry plain,

“And once by maids and shepherds lov'd in vain!

"No more the Virgins fhall delight to rove "By Sargis' banks, or Irwan's fhady grove;

On Turkie's mountain catch the cooling gale, "Or breathe the fweets of Aly's flow'ry vale; "Fair scenes! but ah! no more with peace poffest, "With ease alluring, and with plenty bleft. "No more the fhepherds' whit'ning tents appear, "Nor the kind products of a bounteous year; "No more the dale, with fnowy bloffoms crown'd, "But Ruin fpreads her baleful fires around."

SECANDER.

"In vain, Circaffia boasts her spicy groves, "For ever fam'd for pure and happy loves: "In vain the boasts her fairest of the fair,

"Their eyes' blue languish, and their golden hair. "Thofe eyes in tears their fruitless grief muft fend; "Thofe hairs the Tartar's cruel hand fhall rend."

AGIB.

"Ye Georgian fwains, that piteous learn from far "Circaffia's ruin, and the waste of war;

"Some weightier arms than crooks and staff pre

tr pare,

and defend your

"To fhield your harveft,
"The Turk and Tartar like defigns purfue,
"Fix'd to deftroy, and stedfast to undo.
"Wild as his land, in native deferts bred,
"By luft incited, or by malice led,

fair:

*The

"The villain Arab, as he prowls for prey,

"Oft marks with blood and wafting flames the

66 way;

"Yet none fo cruel as the Tartar foe,

"To death inur'd, and nurs'd in fcenes of woe."

Here lower your voice.

He faid; when loud along the vale was heard
A fhriller fhriek, and nearer fires appear'd:
Th'affrighted shepherds, thro' the dews of night,
Wide o'er the moon-light hills renew'd their flight.

The following poem, by Parnel, was fo greatly admired by the late Dr. Goldsmith, that he did not hesitate to place it, in merit, before the well-known Elegy written by Gray on the fame fubject. Whatever prafe we think is justly its due, we cannot refrain from faying, that our opinion leads us to a perfect conviction that the Doctor's partiality for the production before us, in this cafe got the better of his judgment. Beautifully picturefque as the reader will find it, ftill the other has long been justly confidered as the first compofition of the kind in the English language.