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As Callias once on his Glycera’s bofom, 
While round the moon’s enchanted twilight 
fhone, 
Sweet union tafted, fuddenly their ears 
Were flunn’d with founds as of the deaden’d 
thunder 
‘That roars in Etna’s deep, ere yet burft forth 
Volimes of fmoke, and ftreams of liquid 
fire 
And upward in vaft billows roll to Heaven. 
‘The moon by black and ftormy clouds was 
darken’d, 
The ruftling trees were fcorch’d by falph’rous 
lightnings ; 
When fuddenly, amid the thiver’d branches, 
A flaming car appear’d, by dragons drawn. 
Glycera, paler than Penthelian marble, 
And clinging round the youth, as round the 
elm 
Clings the encircling vine—in Stygian 
darknefs 
eem’d finking, overwhelm’d with wild 
affright 5 
For foon fhe in the black and fearful form 
Of him who drove the car, the features 
knew 
OF dread A gerochos.—Rage fwell’d his breait, 
Review of New Mufical Publications. 
[Nov. 
Rage, which to madnefs grew, as he beheld 
The fair-one clafp’d within her Callias’ arms} 
And, brandifhing the {ceptre of revenge, 
He touch’d them both.-Black thunders 
clouds conceal’d 
The myftic fcene; while o’er th’ abyfs pro= 
found, 
At awful intervals, fork’d lightnings flafh’d. 
But foon the nightly hurrane was paft, 
The mafs of clouds difpers’d, the moon onee 
more 
Shone through the heav’ns with renovated 
{plendour. 
Yet, ah! no more her rays*were fhed to blefs 
The lovely pair—wafte was the fpot become, 
Both chang’d to myrtles, in the grove were 
rooted. 
But Eros the entwining branches hallow’d; 
And there at twilight, or by moon-light, oft — 
To fing her loves, the Nightingale delights. 
A prieft of Ephefus, who once this miracle 
‘To me related, as a boy oft faw 
With facred awe, the temple’s far-fam’d ruins, 
" And oft times vifited the woody creek, 
W here refted the advent’rous youth’s light 
bark, 
AP. 

REVIEW OF NEW MUSICAL PUBLICATIONS. 
Lo ANMAH DROOG 3 cr Wine does Wonders ; 
“a Comic Farce, as performed at the Theatre 
Royal Covent-Garden, compofed by Mefirs. 
Mazzinghi and Reeve. i235. 
Goulding, Phipps, and D? Almaine. 
in Ramah Droog we tind much profef- 
fional-excellency. The talents of Maz- 
zinghi and Reeve have better affimilated 
themfelves to each other, and produced a 
work more uniform in its caft and degree 
of merit than we could have expected, 
The overture of this piece, which confifts 
of three movements, commences with a 
boldand ftriking idea, in common-time, 
fargo; aud after the expiration of four 
bars, changes to common-time, /firito/o, 
and proceeds with pleafing and well-con- 
nected paffages. “Lhe fecond movement, 
in common-time, audante, happily relieves 
the firit, and ‘introduces the third, in 
two-fourth’s wwace, with an engaging 
effect. > he 9“ chorus of Indiin’ and 
Britthh Soldiers,”’ is generally {peaking, 
well conftruéted, but we are obliged to 
object to the repeated defreffions of the 
voice at the words <« now ‘raife, now 
cife,” im the third ftave of the eighth 
page. The impropriety of which js ren- 
' dered more ftriking by the anti-climax of 
the fecond fall, which carries the melody 
even below the firft, “ Of't wealth or 
ambition will tempt us to dare,”” fung by 
Mr, Incledon, 1s elegantly conceived, 
and affectingly conveys the fentiment of 
the poetry. “ In the morning e’er twas 
late,” fung by Mifs Gray, is an attrac- 
tive little air, and poffefles much origi- 
nality. “* How loft. the mind, which 
cold and dark,” though not -ftrikingly 
novel in its melody, is {mooth and ealy in 
its ftyle, and dérives much affiftance trom 
its arpeggio accompaniment, «€ Grateful, 
though humbly bending,” fung by Mrs. 
Chapman, Mifs Gray, Mr. Hill, and 
Mr. Incledon, if it does not difplay that 
effort of fcience, which we naturally 
look for in vocal combination, is na- 
tural in its effet, and though of flight 
texture, pleafing in its colouring. The 
fucceeding dialogue, {ung by Mr. Mun- 
den and Mrs. Mills, is perfectly dramatic 
‘In its ftyle,.and « when I was a mighty 
{mail boy,” fung by Mr. Johnitone, is at 
once chara¢teriftic, ftriking, and original, 
““ Oh joy unexpeéted,”” is a quartetto of 
artful conftruétion, and difplays much 
{cenic propriety ef defign. The march 
to which we are next led, is certainly not 
diftinguifhable for its originality, but 
carries with it much boldnefs, and ig | 
pregnant with martial effet,  ¢« Happy 
were the days,” fung by Mifs Waters, is 
new and highly interefting; and « with 
two-fold fate,” fung by Mr. Incledon, ig 
expreflively and judiciouily variegated , 
The three fucceeding airs, contain no- 
eae thing 
Saath 
