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"Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
From the field of his fame fresh and gory:
'Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping nigher,
Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire."
Very Low Pitch.
"News fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.".
"Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van,
Presaging wrath to Poland - and to man!".
"He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.” — Byron.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still! "
"And there lay the rider, distorted and pale,
"The majority of persons in this country pitch their voices too high, not only when they read and speak in public, but also in their colloquial intercourse. We not unfrequently meet with those who always speak in the highest key of the natural voice, and we occasionally meet with some who even speak in the falsetto. A high pitch in speech is unpleasant to the cultivated ear; it is totally inadequate to the correct expression of sentiments of respect, veneration, dignity, or sublimity.”—Comstock.
"Few faults in speaking, however, have a worse effect than the grave and hollow note of the voice, into which the studious and sedentary are peculiarly apt to fall in public address. A deep and sepulchral solemnity is thus imparted to all subjects, and to all occasions, alike. The free and natural use of the voice is lost; and formality and dullness become inseparably associated with public address on serious subjects; or the tones of bombast and affectation take the place of those which should flow from earnestness and elevation of mind." Russell.
The various kinds and degrees of emotion require different notes of the voice for their appropriate expression. Deep feeling produces low tones; joyful and elevated feeling inclines to a high strain; and pity, though widely differing in force, is also expressed by the higher notes of the scale. Moderate emotion inclines to a middle
ILLUSTRATIONS OF DEGREES OF PITCH.
"Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
In the deep bosom of the ocean bury'd.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute."
Gloster, in RICHARD THE THIRD.
"Down, down, down,
Down to the depths of the sea,
She sits at her wheel in the humming town,
Singing most joyfully.
Hark, what she sings, 'O joy, O joy,
For the humming street, and the child with its toy,
For the wheel where I spun,
And the blessed light of the sun.'
And so she sings her fill,
Singing most joyfully,
Till the shuttle falls from her hand,
And the whizzing wheel stands still.
She steals to the window, and looks at the sand;
And over the sand at the sea;
And her eyes are set in a stare;
And anon there breaks a sigh,
A long, long sigh,
For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden,
And the gleam of her golden hair."
THE FORSAKEN MERMAN. — Arnoid.
"But if ye saw that which no eyes can see,
There dwells sweet Love, and constant Chastity,
The which the base affections do obey,
Then would ye wonder and her praises sing,
That all the woods would answer, and your echo ring." THE EPITHALAMIUM.-Spenser,
"Sea-kings' daughter from over the sea,
Saxon and Norman and Dane are we,
Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet!
Break, happy land, into earlier flowers!
Make music, O bird, in the new budded bowers!
Flags, flutter out upon turrets and towers!
Rush to the roof, sudden rocket, and higher
Roll and rejoice, jubilant voice,
Roll as a ground-swell dashed on the strand,
Bride of the heir of the kings of the sea—
We are each all Dane in our welcome of thee,
"Be sure, no earnest work
Of any honest creature, howbeit weak,
For carrying out God's end. No creature works
Accepting serfdom. Free men freely work:
Let us be content, in work,
To do the thing we can, and not presume
To fret because it's little."-AURORA LEIGH.
"Though we fail indeed,
"Fail-yet rejoice; because no less
"It may be that in some great need
LIGHT AND SHADE.-Miss Procter.
"The highest fame was never reached except
Shall I fail?
The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase,
Be called unhappy. Measure not the work
Why, call it scant; affect no compromise;
And, in that we have nobly striven at least,
Deal with us nobly, women though we be,
And honour us with truth, if not with praise."
'Work, true work, done honestly and manfully for Christ, never can be failure. .. True Christian life is like the march of a conquering army into a fortress which has been breached. Men fall by hundreds in the ditch. Was their fall a failure? Nay, for their bodies bridge over the hollow, and over them the rest pass on to victory. . . These are the two remedies for doubt - Activity and Prayer. He who works and feels he works - he who prays and knows he prays-has got the secret of transforming life-failure into life-victory.' - Robertson.
"He [F. W. Robertson] lies in a hollow of the Downs he loved so well. The sound of the sea may be heard there in the distance; and, standing by his grave, it seems a fair and fitting requiem; for if its inquietude was the image of his outward life, its central calm is the image of his deep peace of activity in God. He sleeps well;