And winter with his aged locks, — and breathe,

In mournful cadences that come abroad

Like the far wind-harp's wild and touching wail,
A melancholy dirge o'er the dead year,
Gone from the earth forever.

1. It thunders!

Awe and Reverence.

Sons of dust, in reverence bow!
Ancient of Days! thou speakest from above:
Almighty! trembling like a timid child,

I hear thy awful voice. Alarmed afraid
I see the flashes of thy lightning wild,

And in the very grave would hide my head.

2. Now, all is hushed and still as death ; — 't is dreadful!

How reverend is the face of this tall pile,

Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads,
To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof,
By its own weight made steadfast and immovable,
Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe
And terror on my aching sight; the tombs
And monumental caves of death look cold,
And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice;
Thy voice; my own affrights me with its echoes!

EXERCISE XI.

RULE 8. The language of scorn, contempt, or threatened revenge, when deliberate, requires a deep and guttural voice, rather slow movement, forcible utterance, and very emphatic significancy of expression. But when violent, it is loud and rapid in its

QUESTION. What is the rule for the language of scorn, contempt, and threat ened revenge?

utterance. The falling inflection prevails in the expression of these emotions.

Scorn and Contempt.

1. Beardless robber! I never yet have learned to tremble before man; why before thee, thou less than man?

2. I know thee not, nor ever saw till now Sight more detestable than him and thee.

3. Thou worm! thou viper!-to thy native earth Return! Away! Thou art too base for man To tread upon. Thou scum! thou reptile!

1.

2.

Envy and Scorn.

Aside the devil turned

For envy, yet, with jealous leer malign,

Eyed them askance, and to himself thus plained:
Sight hateful, sight tormenting! Thus these two,
Imparadised in each other's arms,

The happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill

Of bliss on bliss; while I to hell am thrust,
Where neither joy nor love, but fierce desire,
Amongst our other torments not the least,
Still unfulfilled, with pain of longing pines.

Live while ye may,

Yet happy pair; enjoy, till I return,

Short pleasure, for long woes are to succeed.
So saying, his proud step he scornful turned,

[roam.

But with sly circumspection, and began
Through wood, through waste, o'er hill, o'er dale, his

Contempt and Threatened Revenge.

Dog! neither knees nor parents name to me!
I would my fierceness of revenge were such

That I could carve and eat thee, to whose arms
Such griefs I owe; so true it is and sure

That none shall save thy carcass from the dogs!
No, trust me,– would thy parents bring me, weighed,
Ten twenty- ransoms, and engage, on oath,

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To add still more; would thy Dardanian sire,
Priam, redeem thee with thy weight in gold,-
Not even at that price would I consent
That she who bare should place thee on thy bier,
With lamentation! Dogs and ravening fowls
Shall rend thy body, while a shred remains!

EXERCISE XII.

RULE 9. Language of joy, mirth, or other pleasurable emotions, should be read on a key a little above the middle pitch, with a smooth, flowing voice, moderate stress, quick movement, and varied inflections.

Joy and Gayety.

1. O yonder is the well-known spot,

My dear, my long lost native home!
O welcome is yon little cot,

Where I shall rest, no more to roam!

2. Away! away!-our fires stream bright
Along the frozen river,

And their arrowy sparkles of brilliant light,
On the forest branches quiver.

QUESTIONS. What is the rule for the language of joy, mirth, or other pleasura ble emotions?

* Dar-daʼni-an, a descendant of Dardanus, who is said to be the progenitor of the Trojan kings.

3. Away! away to the mountain's brow, Where the trees are gently waving; Away! away to the vale below,

Where the stream is gently laving.

4. Away! away to the rocky glen,

Where the deer are wildly bounding!
And the hills shall echo in gladness again,
To the hunter's bugle sounding.

5. The clouds are at play in the azure space,

And their shadows at play in the bright green vale, And here they stretch to the frolic chase,

And there they roll on the easy gale.

6. There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,

There's a titter of the winds in that beechen-tree, There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.

Gayety and Cheerfulness.

1. O this is the beautiful month of May,

The season of birds and of flowers!

The young and the lovely are out and away, 'Mid the up-springing grass and the blossoms, at play; And many a heart will be happy to-day,

In this beautiful region of ours.

2. Sweet April, the frail, the capriciously bright,
Hath passed like the lovely away;

Yet we mourn not her absence, for swift at her flight
Sprang forth, her young sister, an angel of light;
And fair as a sunbeam that dazzles the sight,

Is beautiful, beautiful May.

3. What scenes of delight, what sweet visions she brings, Of freshness, of gladness, and mirth,

Of fair sunny glades, where the buttercup springs,
Of cool, gushing fountains, of rose-tinted wings,
Of birds, bees, and blossoms, all beautiful things,
Whose brightness rejoices the earth!

4. How fair is the landscape! o'er hill-top and glade,
What swift-varying colors are unrolled!

The shadow now sunshine, the sunshine now shade, Their light-shifting hues for the green earth have made A garment resplendent with dew-gems o'erlaid,

A light-woven tissue of gold.

5 These brighten the landscape, and softly unroll
Their splendors by land and by sea;
They steal o'er the heart with a magic control,
That lightens the bosom and freshens the soul;
O this is the charm that enhances the whole,
And makes them so lovely to me!

Calm Delight.

How beautiful is night!

A dewy freshness fills the silent air;
No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,
Breaks the serene of heaven:

In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine,
Rolls through the dark blue depths:
Beneath her steady ray,

The desert circle spreads,

Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.

How beautiful is night!

Wonder and Admiration.

Creation is a display of supreme goodness, no less than of

wisdom and power.

How many clear marks of benevolent

intention appear everywhere around us! What a profusion