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Warburton avers that they contain not only the most sublime, but the most judicious imagery that poetry can conceive.

We shall conclude this sketch with an enumeration of his plays, which were published in the following order.

1. Nero, Emperor of Rome. 1675.

2. Sophinifba, or Hannibal's Overthrow. 1676. The prologue by Dryden.

3. Gloriana, or the Court of Auguftus Cafar. 1676.

4. The Rival Queens; or, The Death of Alexander the Great, 1677.

5. Mithridates, King of Pontus. 1678. The Epilogue by Dryden.

6. Theodofius; or The Force of Love. 1680.

7. Cafar Borgia. 1680. The prologue by Dryden.

8. Lucius Junius Brutus. 1681. Forbidden, fays Gildon, after the third performance, by Lord Chamberlain Arlington, as an anti-monarchical play.

9. Conftantine the Great, 1684. The prologue by Otway, who died in 1685. The epilogue by Dryden.

10. The Princefs of Cleves. T. 1689. Prologue by Dryden. 11. The Maffacre of Paris. 1690.

Befides the 2d, 4th, and 5th acts of Oedipus, 1679, and the 2d, 3d, half the 5th, and all but the 1ft fcene of The Duke of Guife.

SIR,

TO THE EDITOR OF THE MONTHLY ANTHOLOGY.

BY inferting these borrowed articles in your ANTHOLOGY, you will gratify myself, and, I prefume, many others.

EOLIAN HARP.

C.

As nothing can be deemed natural, but what proceeds from the actual principles of nature, we may fafely pronounce the EOLIAN LYRE to be the only natural inftrument of emitting harmony. Other inftruments, fending forth founds by the affiftance of the fingers, or by fome other mechanical means, are con

fequently termed artificial. This affords another instance of the old eftablished adage, that fimplicity is the nearest relative of beauty, fince the EOLIAN HARP is the "moft mufical, most melancholy," and bewitching of all melodies.

Of the antiquity of this inftrument it is difficult to decide. It had flept about an hundred years, when Mr. OSWALD accidentally difcovered the effect of the air upon a harp cafually hung amongst the boughs of a tree. KURCHER is the first, who mentions it; but he does not, as has been advanced, afcribe the invention to himself. He merely describes it, and affirms,* that the reafon of his being fo particular respecting it, is because no one had given an account of it before. It may in our opinion boaft a very high antiquity. The effect of the wind upon ftrings placed flantingly, has been obferved in most ages, and has always afforded a particular delight, An anecdote from Lucian will illuftrate this remark.

"When the Thracian Bacchanals tore ORPHEUS piecemeal, report fays, that his harp was thrown into the river HEBRUS, with his bleeding head upon it. The harp, touched by the wind, breathed forth a folemn strain. Still fwimming down the Egean fea, the mournful concert arrived at Lefbos, where the inhabitants taking them up, buried the head in the spot, where in Lucian's time, ftood the temple of Bacchus, and hung the Lyre in the temple of Apollo."

It would be impoflible not to believe the romantic circum fance of the ftatue of Memnon, which

at the quivering touch

Of Titan's ray, with each repulsive string

Confenting, founded through the trembling air

Unbidden ftrains,

when fupported by fuch authorities, as Pliny, Juvenal, Paufanias and Strabo. The fact is too well authenticated to bę doubted.

The art, by which it was managed, ftill remains an ænigma, notwithstanding St. Pierre's ingenious folution. We are to con fider, in the first place, that the founds were not emitted from the mouth of the ftatue in the morning only; authority states that

* De fympathiae et antipathiae fonorum ratione, 1. 9.

they proceeded likewise at other times. The morning was however the more favourable, as the foft breezes, which rife at the dawn of day from the Nile, might catch certain ftrings artfully placed in the throat of the image, and cause them to fend forth thofe plaintive melodies, which the ancients fo frequently mention. Defcending to a later period, we find Offian obferving the fame enchanting effect.

"The blaft came ruftling through the hall, and gently touched my harp ;—the found was mournful and low, like the song of the tomb."-Darthula.

Again in Berrathon :

"My harp hangs on the blafted branch; the found of its ftrings is mournful. Does the wind touch thee, O harp! Or is it fome paffing ghoft?"

Whatever be its age, it is a moft enchanting inftrument, and bringing out all the tones in full concert, fometimes finking them to the fofteft murmurs, and feeling for every tone, by its gradations of strength, it folicits thofe gradations of found, which art has taken fuch various methods to produce.*

The influence of this inftrument upon the heart is truly pleafing. It disposes the mind to folemn, tender and pathetic ideas; and winning upon the imagination, ftrikes the heart with its fimplicity, and leaves it refting in all the pure delights of a pleasing melancholy. Dr. Beattie tells us of a friend, who was profoundly skilled in the theory of mufic, well acquainted with the animal economy, and fingularly accurate in his inquiries into nature, and who affured him, that he had feveral times been wrought into a feverish fit by the tones of an Æolian Harp. The poets emulate in defcribing its sweetness and delicacy. Cafimir's exquifite ode, "AD SUAM TESTUDINEM," beginning, « Sonori buxi filia," &c. &c. muft furely allude to it; and Thomfon has given us a beautiful account in his Cafle of Indolence.

SONNET.

Mufic of nature! Emblem of each sphere!
How sweetly tranquil does my pensive soul,
At coming eve, thy warbling murmurs hear,
When footh'd to tenderness thy measures roll;

Acoustics. Chap. 1.

Sometimes more loud, and now yet louder ftill;
Sometimes more diftant, and again more near;
Waking foft echoes, and with magic skill,
Swelling the eye with a luxurious tear.
Delightful flutterings! hov'ring mid the sky,
Mildly reluctant, on wild pinions borne
To realms of Sylphs, that on your murmurs fly,
And, wak'd to melancholy feelings, mourn.
Sweet, penfive melody! etherial strain,
Ah! ftill afpire to footh each rifing pain.

"I TOUCH the hand of the perfon next me," fays Werter, "I feel it is made of wood."-Alas! how often in the commerce of the world does one find this hand of wood! and how often in the courtefies of life !-Offer your hand to Candidus; and he holds out one finger. Offer it to Clericus; he perhaps coldly gives you two. Prætor gives you his whole hand; but it is wood-wood indeed. While Benevolus with his hand at once meets yours.There is heart and foul in the compreffion; there is friendship in the very touch!

SINCE money has become the fign of our wants, and their exchange, every thing muft neceffarily be fold and purchased. The general, the officer and the foldier fell their limbs and lives; and what are taxes, excife and duties, but the wages of our governors? Why then should an author be afhamed to fell his works? Why should it be thought, that fame should be the only falary of a writer? Why should an author be ashamed to fell his discoveries, or to fet a price upon his own ideas? And why fhould a people collectively receive, gratis, leffons and advice, for which they must pay a price as individuals?

I HAVE a friend, who is an ingenious man, a good chriftian, and a private foldier. I attended him one evening to chapel. The preacher was no Cicero ; and I asked him what he thought of his fentences. He replied; "in liftening to the truths of religion, I never feel inclined to halt with criticism."

THE ANTHOLOGY.

Original Poetry.

THE VAGRANT.

VIEW, ye fans of eafe and fortune,

While you glitter on the road,
Yonder Vagrant low reclining,
Sunk beneath affliction's load.

Even the tree in friendly whisper
Bids him fleep in calm repofe ;-
Even the tender birds in pity
Saftly fing to lull his woes.

By your founding wheels awaken'd,
Round he fadly looks and fighs;
Still a foul, that ftrives with forrow,
Glimmers through his hollow eyes.

Stay, ye ftrangers to affliction,
Hear the darken'd deeds of fate!
Liften to his mournful story;
Learn what ills on life await.

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