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When they, - the lovely and the lost
Are gone to early graves !”
6. — Grief.
[From the Same.]
That fatal morning fell!
Another voice may tell;
The slowly moving bier, -
The unavailing tear.”
7.- Sorrow. | Lady Randolph, lamenting the Death of her Husband and Child.) Homo.
“ Ye woods and wilds, whose melancholy gloom
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.”
11. — TRANQUILLITY.
Exercise 1. — Repose in external Objects.
[A Day in August.] Wilcox.
2. — Serenity of Feeling.
Along the azure sky,
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;
Day and its cares are gone!
Thy magic power
“ 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,
“ Wearied with care, how sweet to hail
Thy shadowy, calm repose,
When, as thy shadows blend,
The trembling thoughts ascend,
4. — Calin and soothing Sentiment.
[From a Dirge.] Moir.
Of pleasant thoughts, soft as the scent of flowers,
Sweet as the song of birds among the bowers,
Weep not for her!
« Weep not for her!- there is no cause for woe,
But rather nerve the spirit, that it walk
And from earth’s low defilements keep thee back:
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.”
III. — SOLEMNITY.
[Sonnet.] J. H. Abbot.
The low-toned murmurs of repose that rise,
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, –
Oh! how intensely glow through soul and sense
2.- Emotion inspired by Sentiment.
A soul from earth departed;
Despairing, – broken-hearted!
That conscious soul hath gone, —
At God's eternal throne!
“ There at His mighty bar it stands,
A trembling, guilty thing,
Or his dread praises sing!
Earth to its mother earth!
And hushed its voice of mirth!”