Last came JOY’S ecstatic trial; He with viny crown advancing, First to the lively pipe his hand address’d; But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov’d the best. They would have thought who heard the strain, They saw in Tempe’s vale her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing: While, as his flying fingers kiss’d the strings, LOVE framed with MIRTH a gay fantastic round, Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound: And he, amidst his frolic play. As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings. O MUSIC! sphere-descended maid, Friend of PLEASURE, WISDOM’S aid, Why, goddess, 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 soul, O nymph endear’d, Can well recall what then it heard. Where is thy native simple heart, Devote to virtue, fancy, art? Arise, as in that elder time, Warm, energetic, chaste, sublime! Thy wonders, in that god-like age, Fill thy recording Sister’s page. ’Tis said, and I believe the tale, Thy humblest reed could more prevail, Had more of strength, diviner rage, Than all which charms this laggard age, E’en all at once together found Cecilia’s mingled world of sound. O bid our vain endeavours cease, Revive the just designs of Greece; Return in all thy simple state! Confirm the tales her sons relate. [Illustration] THE ANTI-JACOBIN REVIEW AND MAGAZINE FOR JULY, 1798. MAGNA EST VERITAS ET PRÆVALEBIT. _Art. 1. The Republican Judge, or the American Liberty of the Press, as exhibited, explained, and exposed, in the base and partial Prosecution of William Cobbett, for a pretended Libel against the King of Spain and his Embassador, before the Supreme Court of Pennsylvania. With an Address to the People of England._ _By Peter Porcupine. 8vo., pp. 96. Price 2s. Wright, London._