4. On, son of Cimon, bravely òn, and Aristìdes just! Your names have made the field your own, your foes are in the dùst! 5. Hurrah for the sèa! the all-glorious sèa! Its might is so wòndrous, its spirit so frèe! And its billows beat time to each pulse of my soul, II. Middle Pitch. 1. A blind man would know that one was a gentleman and the other a clown by the tones of their voices. 2. A cobbler at Leyden, who used to attend the public disputations held at the academy, was once asked if he understood Latin. "No," replied the mechanic, “but I know who is wrong in the argument." "How?" inquired his friend. "Why, by seeing who is angry first." 3. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at its flood, leads on to fortune; Is bound in shallows, and in mìseries: And we must take the current when it sérves, 4. I should say sincèrity, a deep, great, genuine sincèrity, is the first characteristic of all men in any way heròic. Not the sincerity that calls itself sincere; ah! nò, that is a very poor matter indèed; a shallow, braggart, cònscious sincerity; oftenest self-conceit mainly. The Great Man's sincerity is of the kind he cannot speak of, is not cònscious of. 5. Friend, if some actor murder Hamlet's part, 6. This is the forest primèval! The murmuring pines and the hemlock, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of èld with voices sad and prophètic, Stand like hàrpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. III. Low Pitch. 1. "Of old hast Thou laid the foundation of the earth; and the heavens are the work of Thy hands. They shall pérish, but Thou shalt endùre; yea, àll of them shall wax old like a gàrment; as a vèsture shalt Thou change them, and they shall be changed: but Thou art the same; and Thy years shall have no ènd." 2. When all thy mercies, O my God, Transported with the view, I'm lost 3. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself The wreck of mátter and the crush of worlds. 4. So live, that when thy summons comes to join To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed IV. Very Low. 1. Hear the tolling of the bèlls Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. 2. 'Tis midnight's holy hour, and silence now 3. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. 4. Hùsh! the dèad-march wails in the people's ears, The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears; The black earth yawns, the mortal disappears! Ashes to ashes, dust to dùst; He is gone who seemed so great. 5. Still night;—and the old church bell hath tolled, With its swinging peal, the passing hòur,— Dolorous now, as it tolled of old From the heart of its quarried tower; And it seems to say, As it dies away, The brazen clang of the tremulous bell,- "Old-old, weary and ōld; The heart grows ōld; for the world is cold,”— THE VIII. TRANSITION. HE following exercises will be found useful in breaking up monotony of style, and in giving a ready command of the voice. The pupil should acquire facility in making the changes of intonation indicated at the margin. The exercise is not withont use if practiced merely mechanically; but the true way, in this case as in all others, is for the reader to throw himself in sympathy with the sentiment expressed, that he may spontaneously give the requisite variety of vocal effect independently of the specific directions. 1. Soft. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother nùmbers flows; Loud. But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the tòrrent ròar, 2. Slow. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line, too, làbors, and the words move slow; Quick. Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, 3. Loud. Flies o'er the unbending corn and skims along the main. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, And charge with all thy chìvalry! Soft. Ah! few shall part where many meet! And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sèpulcher. 4. Aspi- Lo, dim in the starlight their white tènts appear! rated. Ride sòftly! ride slowly! the onset is near! More slowly! mòre softly! the sentry may hèar! Loud. Now fall on the foe like a tempest of flàme! Strike down the false banner whose triumph were shame! Strike, strike for the true flag, for freedom and fàme! 5. Aspirated. Hùsh! hàrk! did stealing stéps go by? Pure tone. Nò!-The wild wìnd hath many a sigh 6. Full tone. Gentle. Her giant förm O'er wrathful surge, through blackening storm, Mid the deep darkness, white as snow! Full tone. So stātely her bearing, so proud her array, Many pòrts will exùlt at the gleam of her màst. Aspirated. Hùsh! hùsh! thou vain dreamer! this hour is her last! 7. Aspirated. Pure tone. Aspirated. Fure tone. 8. Aspirated. Pure tone. Soft. Loud. Slow and soft. Slightly aspirated. Hark! distant vòices, that lightly Nò; the swans that, circling nightly, See I not, there, a white shimmer? Hark! below the gates unbàrring! Slow and tired came the hunters; 'Hò, this way, ye laggard hunters! Slow they entered with their master; |