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And lips are all pallid, and cheeks are all cold,
And tears from the heart-springs are shed;
Yet who that looks on the sweet saint to behold,
But would gladly lie down in her stead.

2. There is grief, there is grief, there is anguish and strife, And the sufferer is striving for breath;

For the spirit will cling, oh! how fondly, to life,
And stern is the struggle with death!

But the terrible conflict grows deadlier still,

Till the last fatal symptoms have birth;

And the eyeball is glazed, and the heart-blood is chill;— And this is the portion of EARTH!

II. HEAVEN.

3. There is bliss', there is bliss', in the regions above,
They have opened the gates of the sky;

A spirit has soar'd to those mansions of love,
And seeks for admittance on high:

And friends long divided are hasting to greet,
In a land where no sorrow may come,
And the seraphs are eager a sister to meet,
And to welcome the child to its home.

4. There is bliss, there is bliss, at the foot of the throne; See the spirit all purified bend;

And it beams with delight, since it gazes alone
On the face of a father-a friend!

Then it joins in the anthems forever that rise,
And its frailty or folly forgiven,

It is dead to the earth, and new-born to the skies;-
And this is the portion of HEAVEN!

LESSON LIII.

TACT AND TALENT.

[The following comparison, drawn antithetically between Tact and Talent, has been attributed to Lord Jeffrey, the prince of English critics, an eminent lawyer, a learned judge, and one of the originators of the Edinburgh Review. He was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, in 1773; died in 1850.

This Lesson furnishes one of the finest and best-sustained examples of continuous antithesis that could be produced. It also furnishes excellent illustrations of the principles embraced in the Elocutionary Rules VI., VII., VIII., and XIII.]

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1. TALENT is something', but tact is every' thing. Talent' is serious', sober', grave', and respectable, tact is all that', and more too'. It is not a sixth sense', but it is the life of all the five'. It is the open eye', the quick ear', the judging taste', the keen smell', and the lively touch,b; it is the interpreter of all riddles', the surmounter of all difficulties', the remover of all obstacles. It is useful in all places', and at all times"; it is useful in solitude', for it shows a man his way into the world; it is useful in society', for it shows him his way through the world'.

2. Talent is power', tact is skill; talent' is weight', tact is momentum'; talent' knows what to do, tact knows how to do it; talent' makes a man respectable', tact will make him respected'; talent' is wealth', tact is ready money'. For all the practical purposes of life', tact carries it against talent ten to one.

3. Take them to the theatre', and put them against each other on the stage', and talent' shall produce you a tragedy that will scarcely live long enough to be condemned', while tact' keeps the house in a roar, night after night, with its successful farces. There is no want of dramatic talent'; there is no want of dramatic tact'; but they are seldom together': so we have successful pieces which are not respectable', and respectable pieces which are not successful'.

4. Take them to the bar, and let them shake their learned curls at each other in legal rivalry; talent' sees its way clearly, but tact' is first at its journey's end. Talent' has many a compliment from the bench, but tact' touches fees from attorneys and clients. Talent' speaks learnedly and logically, tact triumphantly.

5. Talent' makes the world wonder that it gets on no faster; tact' excites astonishment that it gets on so fast. And the secret is, that it has no weight' to carry; it makes no false steps'; it hits the right nail on the head'; it loses no time'; it takes all hints'; and is ready to take advantage of every wind that blows'.

6. Talent calculates slowly, reasons logically, makes out a case as clear as daylight, and utters its oracles with all the weight of justice and reason. Tact refutes without contradiction, puzzles the profound with profundity, and without art outwits the wise. Set them together on a race for popularity, and tact will distance talent by half the course.

7. Talent brings to market that which is wanted; tact produces that which is wished for. Talent instructs; tact enlightens. Talent leads where no one follows; tact follows where the humor leads. Talent is pleased that it ought to have succeeded; tact is delighted that it has succeeded.

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8. Talent builds for eternity; tact on a short lease, and gets good interest. In short', talent is certainly a very thing to talk about, a very good thing to be proud of, a very glorious eminence to look down' from; but tact is useful, portable, applicable-always alert-marketable. It is talent of talent'; the availableness of resources'; the application of power'; the eye of discrimination', and the right hand of intellect'.

LESSON LIV.

TOWN AND COUNTRY.

CUNNINGHAM.

[ALLAN CUNNINGHAM, a voluminous writer in both prose and poetry, and a man of varied talents, was born in Scotland in 1784; died in 1842. Some of his shorter poems are perfect gems.

In this Lesson we have an example of antithesis between opposing subjects, each separately presented at length, similar to that described in Lesson LII.]

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Born like the lily, where the dew
Lies odorous when the day is new;
Fed 'mid the May-flowers like the bee;
Nursed to sweet music on the knee;
Lull'd in the breast to that sweet tune
Which winds make 'mong the woods of June:
I sing of thee;-'tis sweet to sing
Of such a fair and gladsome thing'.

2. Child of the town'! for thee I sigh;
A gilded roof's thy golden sky,
A carpet is thy daisied sod,

A narrow street thy boundless wood;
Thy rushing deer's the clattering tramp
Of watchmen; thy best light's a lamp,-
Through smoke, and not through trellised vines,
And blooming trees, thy sunbeam shines:
I sing of thee in sadness; where
Else is wreck wrought in aught so fair!

3. Child of the country! on the lawn
I see thee like the bounding fawn,
Blithe as the bird which tries its wing
The first time on the wings of Spring;
Now running, shouting, 'mid sunbeams,
Now groping trouts in lucid streams,
Now spinning like a mill-wheel round,
Now hunting Echo's empty sound,
Now climbing up some old tall tree—
For climbing's sake,-'tis sweet to thee
To sit where birds can sit alone,

Or share with thee thy venturous throne.

4. Child of the town and bustling street,

What woes and snares await thy feet!
Thy paths are paved for five long miles,
Thy groves and hills are peaks and tiles;
Thy fragrant air is yon thick smoke,
Which shrouds thee like a mourning cloak;

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