’Tis else as well with ardent vows to press Th’ unyielding bosom of the sculptur’d fair, Or court the walls whose pictur’d forms confess That _West_ or graceful _Reynolds_ has been there. In thy sweet kiss, oh! blend such fond desires As conquer youth, and palsied age can warm; Those arts which cherish love, like vestal fires, And bid, in virtue’s cause, our passions arm. Such if thou giv’st--though closing air and sea Efface the arrow’s path, and vessel’s road, More faithful to their trust my lips shall be, And bear th’impression to their last abode. * * * * * ON VICISSITUDE. In life what various scenes appear; How differs every day, We _now_, the face of comfort wear, To-morrow of dismay. As light and darkness each success, So pleasure follows pain; Our spirits, drooping while we bleed, They brisker flow again. Winter and summer have their turns, Each vale its rising hills: One hour the raging fever burnt, The next an ague chills. A mind at ease and free from care, Can paradise excel: But when in trouble and despair, A palace then is hell. NEW-YORK: _+Printed by JOHN BULL, No. 115, Cherry-Street+, where every Kind of Printing work is executed with the utmost Accuracy and Dispatch.--+Subscriptions+ for this +Magazine+ (at 2s. per month) are taken in at the Printing-Office, and by E. MITCHELL, Bookseller, No. 9, Maiden-Lane._ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * _UTILE DULCI._ THE NEW-YORK WEEKLY MAGAZINE; or, Miscellaneous Repository. +Vol. II.+] +Wednesday, August 31, 1796.+ [+No. 61.+ +Rules for judging the beauties of painting, music, and poetry; founded on a new examination of the word thought, as applied to the fine arts.+ Thoughts are, generally speaking, all ideas sufficiently distinct to be conveyed by signs. When speaking with a particular reference to the belles lettres and polite arts, we mean, by thoughts, the ideas which the artist attempts to raise by his performance, in contradistinction to the manner in which they are raised or expressed. In works of art, thoughts are what remain of a performance, when stripped of its embellishments. Thus, a poet’s thoughts are what remains of his poems, independently of the verification and of some ideas, merely serving for its decoration and improvement.