He appeared to wish to withdraw himself, but there seemed to be some unknown power that, as it were by enchantment, retained him in his place, and made him consent to drink to the dregs the bitter potion which envy had prepared for him.
The poem was read to the rest of the company by Mr.Clare, whose elocution was scarcely inferior to his other accomplishments.
Simplicity, discrimination, and energy constantly attended him in the act of reading, and it is not easy to conceive a more refined delight than fell to the lot of those who had the good fortune to be his auditors.

The beauties of Mr.Falkland's poem were accordingly exhibited with every advantage.

The successive passions of the author were communicated to the hearer.

What was impetuous, and what was solemn, were delivered with a responsive feeling, and a flowing and unlaboured tone.

The pictures conjured up by the creative fancy of the poet were placed full to view, at one time overwhelming the soul with superstitious awe, and at another transporting it with luxuriant beauty.
The character of the hearers upon this occasion has already been described.