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2. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden scepter, o'er a slumbering world.
Silence, how dead! and darkness, how profound!
Nor eye, nor listening ear, an object finds;
Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse
Of life stood still, and nature made a pause;
An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
"Night. Thoughts."

3.

Now o'er the one half-world

Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel the wolf,

YOUNG.

Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it.

"Macbeth."

SHAKESPEARE.

4. It must be so-Plato, thou reasonest well!-
Else, whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?

"Cato."

Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror,
Of falling into nought! Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'Tis the divinity that stirs within us;

'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.

Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
Through what variety of untried being,

Through what new scenes and changes must we pass!
The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me:
But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.

ADDISON.

HIGH

1. Cry Holiday! Holiday! let us be gay,

And share in the rapture of heaven and earth;
For, see! what a sunshiny joy they display,

To welcome the Spring on the day of her birth;
While the elements, gladly outpouring their voice,
Nature's pæan proclaim, and in chorus rejoice!

2. "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting;

"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian

shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door."

"The Raven."

Quoth the raven: "Nevermore!"

POE.

3. Freedom calls you! Quick, be ready,-
Think of what your sires have done;
Onward, onward! strong and steady,-
Drive the tyrant to his den;

On, and let the watchword be,
Country, home, and liberty!

"Polish War Song."

JAMES G. PERCIVAL.

4. I come, I come! ye have called me long,
I come o'er the mountain with light and song:
Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth,
By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,
By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass,
By the green leaves, opening as I pass.

"The Voice of Spring."

HEMANS.

5. Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
And let the young lambs bound

As to the tabor's sound!

We in thought will join your throng,
Ye that pipe and ye that play,

Ye that through your hearts to-day

Feel the gladness of the May!

What tho the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,

Tho nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy

Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering:

In the faith that looks through death,

In the years that bring the philosophic mind.

"Intimations of Immortality."

WORDSWORTH.

6. O come, let us sing unto Jehovah; let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation. Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, let us make a joyful noise unto him with psalms. For Jehovah is a great God, and a great King above all gods.

In his hand are two deep places of the earth; the heights of the mountains are his also.

The sea is his, and he made it; and his hands formed the dry land. O come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before Jehovah our Maker. For he is our God, and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.

"Ninety-fifth Psalm."

THE BIBLE.

VERY HIGH

1. They strike! hurrah! the fort has surrendered!
Shout! shout! my warrior boy,

And wave your cap, and clap your hands for joy
Cheer answer cheer, and bear the cheer about.
Hurrah! hurrah! for the fiery fort is ours.
"Victory! victory! victory!"

Is the shout.

Shout for the fiery fort is ours, and the field
And the day are ours!

2. Rejoice, you men of Algiers, ring your bells:
King John, your king and England's, doth approach.

Open your gates and give the victors way. "King John."

SHAKESPEARE.

3. Pull, pull in your lassos, and bridle to steed,
And speed, if ever for life you would speed;

And ride for your lives, for your lives you must ride,
For the plain is aflame, the prairie on fire.

NINE DEGREES OF PITCH

9. Extremely high:

I repeat it sir, let it come! let it come!

8. Very high:

Three millions of people armed in the holy cause of liberty! 7. High:

The sounding aisles of the dim woods rang.

6. Rather high:

With music I come from my balmy home.

5. Middle:

A vision of beauty appeared on the clouds.

4. Rather low:

Friends, Romans, Countrymen!

3. Low:

And this is in the night, most glorious night! 2. Very low:

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! 1. As low as possible:

Eternity,-thou pleasing, dreadful thought. "Voice and Action."

J. E. FROBISHER.

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