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VI.

1. How read first half of first line?

2. How describe Revenge by tone of voice?

3. How read third line?

4. Quality on fourth?

5. Quality on fifth?

6. How paint the beating of the drum?

7. How paint Pity?

8. How read last line?

VII.

1. How give veering song of Jealousy?

(Nasal intonation-with scorn.)

2. Changes in last line?

VIII.

1. Tone used in expressing Melancholy?

2. How read "dashing soft from rocks around"? (Stacato.)

3. Time on "Through glades, etc."?

4. How read last three lines?

(Delicate diminuendo, hollow voice, giving the idea of distance, by arching the throat.)

IX.

1. How describe Cheerfulness?

2. Meaning of buskins?

3. Meaning of Faun and Dryad?

4. Meaning of oak-crowned sisters, satyrs, sylvan boys, etc.? 5. Do you see this creature who personates cheerfulness?

X.

1. How will Joy differ from Cheerfulness?

2. Meaning of Tempe's vale?

3. What is the general time of this stanza?

The questions might be multiplied, and would, undoubtedly. This lesson has been given as a specimen.

If the reading is an intellectual exercise, some such analy sis must be given.

READING AND ELOCUTION.

The Creeds of the Bells.

How sweet the chime of the Sabbath bells!
Each one its creed in music tells,
In tones that float upon the air,
As soft as song, as pure as prayer,
And I will put in simple rhyme
The language of the golden chime;
My happy heart with rapture swells
Responsive to the bells, sweet bells.

"In deeds of love excel! excel !"
Chimed out from ivied towers a bell;
"This is the church not built on sands,
Emblem of one not built with hands;
Its forms and sacred rites revere,
Come worship here! come worship here!
In rituals and faith excel !"
Chimed out the Episcopalian bell.

"O heed the ancient landmarks well !"
In solemn tones exclaimed a bell;
"No progress made by mortal man
Can change the just eternal plan:
With God there can be nothing new;
Ignore the false, embrace the true,
While all is well! is well! is well !"
Pealed out the good old Dutch church bell.

"O swell! ye purifying waters swell !"
In mellow tones rang out a bell,

"Though faith alone in Christ can save,
Man must be plunged beneath the wave,
To show the world unfaltering faith
In what the Sacred Scriptures saith:
O swell! ye rising waters, swell !"
Pealed out the clear-toned Baptist bell.

"Not faith alone, but works as well,
Must test the soul !" said a soft bell;
"Come here and cast aside your load,
And work your way along the road,
With faith in God, and faith in man,
And hope in Christ, where hope began:
Do well do well! do well! do well !"
Rang out the Unitarian bell.

"Farewell! farewell! base world, farewell ["
In touching tones exclaimed a bell;
"Life is a boon, to mortals given,
To fit the soul for bliss in Heaven;
Do not invoke the avenging rod,
Come here and learn the way to God;
Say to the world, Farewell! farewell!"
Pealed forth the Presbyterian bell.

"To all the truth, we tell! we tell !"
Shouted in ecstacies a bell,
"Come all ye weary wanderers, see!
Our Lord has made salvation free!
Repent, believe, have faith, and then
Be saved, and praise the Lord, Amen!
Salvation's free, we tell! we tell !”
Shouted the Methodistic bell.

George Bungay.

Ode on the Passions.

WHEN Music, Heavenly maid, was young,
While yet in early Greece she sung,
The Passions oft, to hear her shell,
Thronged around her magic cell;
Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting,
Possessed beyond the Muse's painting,
By turns, they felt the glowing mind
Disturbed, delighted, raised, refined;
Till once, 't is said, when all were fired,
Filled with fury, rapt, inspired,

From the supporting myrtles round
They snatched her instruments of sound;
And, as they oft had heard apart
Sweet lessons of her forceful art,
Each-for madness ruled the hour-
Would prove his own expressive power.

First, Fear his hand, its skill to try,
Amid the chords bewildered laid;
And back recoiled, he knew not why,
E'en at the sound himself had made.

Next, Anger rushed, his eyes on fire,

In lightnings owned his secret stings: In one rude clash he struck the lyre,

And swept, with hurried hands, the strings.

With woful measures, wan Despair

Low sullen sounds! - his grief beguiled;

A solemn, strange, and mingled air;

'Twas sad, by fits, by starts, 't was wild.

But thou, O Hope! with eyes so fair,
What was thy delighted measure?
Still it whispered promised pleasure,
And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!
Still would her touch the strain prolong;

And, from the rocks, the woods; the vale,
She called on Echo still through all her song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,

A soft responsive voice was heard at every close;
And Hope, enchanted, smiled, and waved her golden hair.

And longer had she sung-but, with a frown,
Revenge impatient rose.

He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down;
And, with a withering look,

The war-denouncing trumpet took,

And blew a blast, so loud and dread,

Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe;

And, ever and anon, he beat,

The doubling drum with furious heat.

And though, sometimes, each dreary pause between,
Dejected Pity, at his side,

Her soul-subduing voice applied,

Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien;

While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.

Thy numbers, Jealousy, to naught were fixed;

Sad proof of thy distressful state!

Of different themes the veering song was mixed:

And now it courted Love-now, raving, called on Hate.

With eyes upraised, as one inspired,

Pale Melancholy sat retired;
And, from her wild sequestered seat,

In notes, by distance made more sweet,

Poured through the mellow horn her pensive soul:
And, dashing soft, from rocks around,

Bubbling runnels joined the sound;

Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole:
Or o'er some haunted streams, with fond delay -
Round a holy calm diffusing,

Love of peace and lonely musing

In hollow murmurs died away.

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