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When they, - the lovely and the lost

Are gone to early graves !”

6. — Grief.

[From the Same.]
“How sadly on my spirit then,

That fatal morning fell!
But oh! the dark reality.

Another voice may tell;
The quick decline, — the parting sigh,

The slowly moving bier, -
The lifted sod, — the sculptured stone, -

The unavailing tear.”

7.- Sorrow. | Lady Randolph, lamenting the Death of her Husband and Child.) Homo.

“ Ye woods and wilds, whose melancholy gloom
Accords with my soul's sadness, and draws forth
The voice of sorrow from my bursting heart,
Farewell a while!—I will not leave you long ,
For in your shades I deem some spirit dwells,
Who, from the chiding stream or groaning oak,
Still hears and answers to Matilda's moan.
O Douglas! Douglas! if departed ghosts
Are e'er permitted to review this world,
Within the circle of that wood thou art,
And, with the passion of immortals, hear'st
My lamentation; hear'st thy wretched wife
Weep for her husband slain, her infant lost!”

8. — Example of all the preceding Emotions, in Prose Style.

[The Captive.] Sterne. “I looked through the twilight of the captive's grated door, to take his picture.

“I beheld his body half wasted away with long expectation and confinement, and felt what kind of sickness of the heart it is, which arises from hope deferred. Upon looking nearer, I saw him pale and feverish: in thirty years, the western breeze had not once fanned his blood ; - he had seen no sun, no moon, in a.1' that sjme: nor had

the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice:- his children

“ But here my heart began to bleed;— and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait.

“He was sitting upon the ground, upon a little straw, in the farthest corner of his dungeon, — which was alternately his chair and his bed. A little calendar of small sticks was laid at the head, notched all over with the dismal days and nights he had passed there:- he had one of these little sticks in his hand; and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery, to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down,- shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs, as he turned his body to lay his little stick upon the bundle:- He gave a deep sigh-I saw the iron enter into his soul. — I burst into tears:-I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn.”


Exercise 1. Repose in external Objects.

[A Day in August.] Wilcox.
“O’er all the woods the topmost leaves are still;
Even the wild poplar leaves, — that pendent hang
By stems elastic, quivering at a breath, —
Rest in the general calm. The thistledown,
Seen high and thick, by gazing up beside
Some shading object, — in a silver shower
Plumb down, and slower than the slowest snow,
Through all the sleepy atmosphere descends;
And where it lights, though on the steepest roof,
Or smallest spire of grass, remains unmoved.
White as a fleece, as dense and as distinct,
From the resplendent sky, a single cloud,
On the soft bosom of the air becalmed,
Drops a lone shadow, as distinct and still,
On the bare plain, or sunny mountain's side,
Or in the polished mirror of the lake,
In which the deep-reflected sky appears
A calm, sublime immensity, below.”

2. — Serenity of Feeling.
[To a Bird of Passage.] Mrs. J. H. Abbot
" I saw thee guide thy rapid flight

Along the azure sky,
Then, on a crested wave alight,
Bathing thee where it sparkled bright, —

And soar again on high.

“Onward, to some far-distant isle,

Thou'st urged thy trackless way, Where fruits and flowers forever smile, And soft and balmy airs beguile

All fears of thy decay.

“Oh! I would fain have flown with thee,

And deemed my lot were blest, Could I thus mount on wing so free, To share thy flight o'er land and sea,

And share with thee thy rest!”

3. — Repose of Nature and of Feeling.

[Twilight.] Margaret Davidson. “ Twilight! sweet hour of peau :

Now art thou stealing on;
Cease from thy tumult, thought! and 'ncy, cease!

Day and its cares are gone!
Mysterious hour!

Thy magic power
Steals o'er my heart like music's softest tone.

“ The golden sunset hues

Are fading in the west; The gorgeous clouds their brighter radiance lose,

Folded on evening's breast.

So doth each wayward thought,

From fancy's altar caught,
Fade like thy tints, and muse itself to rest.

“ Wearied with care, how sweet to hail

Thy shadowy, calm repose,
When all is silent but the whispering gale
Which greets the sleeping rose;

When, as thy shadows blend,

The trembling thoughts ascend,
And borne aloft, the gates of heaven unclose!"

4. — Calin and soothing Sentiment.

[From a Dirge.] Moir.
“Weep not for her! - her memory is the shrine

Of pleasant thoughts, soft as the scent of flowers,
Calm as on windless eve the sun's decline,

Sweet as the song of birds among the bowers,
Rich as a rainbow with its hues of light,
Pure as the moonshine of an autumn night:-

Weep not for her!

« Weep not for her!- there is no cause for woe,

But rather nerve the spirit, that it walk
Unshrinking o'er the thorny paths belov,

And from earth’s low defilements keep thee back:
So when a few fleet severing years are flown,
She'll meet thee at heaven's gate, — and lead thee on!

Weep not for her!”

5.— Example of Tranquillity of Effect in Prose Style.

[The Sabbath Bell, in the country.] Willis. “ Beautiful and salutary, as a religious influence, is the sound of a distant Sabbath bell, in the country. It comes floating over the hills, like the going abroad of a spirit; and, as the leaves stir with its vibrations, and the drops of dew tremble in the cups of the flowers, you could almost believe that there was a Sabbath in nature, and that the dumb works of God rendered visible worship for His goodness. The effect of nature alone is purifying; and its thousand evidences of wisdom are too eloquent of their Maker, not to act as a continual lesson; but combined with the instilled piety of childhood, and the knowledge of the inviolable holiness of the time, the mellow cadences of a church bell give to the hush of the country Sabbath, a holiness to which only a desperate heart could be insensible.”

Exercise 1. — Emotion inspired by Scenery.

[Sonnet.] J. H. Abbot.
“What time have died the vesper anthemings,

The low-toned murmurs of repose that rise,
When sunset's glow is fading in the skies,
From the blest myriads of living things;
When the low evening wind, - its balmy wings

Laden with dewy freshness, - mournful sighs;

And the lone whip-poor-will, in plaintive cries, Its ceaseless lay to night and echo sings;

While sleeps the lake, holding in calm embrace The star-gemmed arch, pure counterpart and bright:

Gleaming reflected from her glassy face, –
Of that which heavenward lures the heart and sight;

Oh! how intensely glow through soul and sense
Night's boundless beauty and magnificence!”

2.- Emotion inspired by Sentiment.
[The Funeral Bell.] Margaret Davidson.
“ A spirit from the world hath fled,

A soul from earth departed;
While mourners weep above the dead,

Despairing, – broken-hearted!
Through the vast fields of viewless time

That conscious soul hath gone, —
To answer for each earthly crime,

At God's eternal throne!

“ There at His mighty bar it stands,

A trembling, guilty thing,
To answer all its Judge demands,

Or his dread praises sing!
Dust to its kindred dust returns !

Earth to its mother earth!
Stilled are its passions and its cares,

And hushed its voice of mirth!”

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