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[This piece is designed for practice in moderate force'. The least excess of quantity, or volume of voice, in the reading of such pieces, disturbs the repose, and is at variance with the gentleness, of the scene. At the same time, care should be taken, that the tone do not become lifeless, from want of animation. A quiet but distinct utterance, should be maintained, throughout all such

passages.] [] From the moment the sun is down, every thing becomes

silent on the shore, which our windows overlook; and the murmurs of the broad St. Lawrence, more than two miles

wide, immediately before us, and, a little way to the right, 5 spreading to five or six miles in breadth, are sometimes,

for an hour, the only sounds that arrest our attention. Every evening since we have been here, black clouds and splendid moonlight have hung over, and embellished this

tranquil scene; and, on two of these evenings, we have 10 been attracted to the window, by the plaintive Canadian

boat-song. In one instance, it arose from a solitary voyager, floating in his light canoe, which occasionally appeared and disappeared on the sparkling river, and in its distant

course seemed no larger than some sportive insect. In 15 another instance, a larger boat, with more numerous and

less melodious voices, not, indeed, in perfect harmony, passed nearer to the shore, and gave additional life to the

A few moments after, the moon broke out from a throne of dark clouds, and seemed to convert the whole 20 expanse of water into one vast sheet of glittering silver ;

and, in the very brightest spot, at the distance of more than a mile, again appeared a solitary boat, but too distant to admit of our hearing the song, with which the boatman was probably solacing his lonely course.


LESSON XL.-AMERICA TO ENGLAND.-W. ALLSTON. [This piece furnishes an example of the energetic style, which, in elocution, is termed declamatory force'. The properties of voice, in the reading and recitation of such passages, may all be desig. nated under the head of Corotund' utterance,-a deep, full, and resonant tone, pervading the whole; and every note combining the

depth of the pectoral with the smoothness of the oral quality'.) [1]

All hail ! thou noble land,
Our fathers' native soil !
Oh! stretch thy mighty hand,
Gigantic grown by toil,

O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore :

For thou, with magic might,
Canst reach to where the light
Of Phæbus travels bright

The world o'er!





The Genius of our clime,
From pine-embattled steep,
Shall hail the great sublime ;

While the Tritons of the deep
With their conchs the kindred league shall proclaim,

Then let the world combine,
O'er the main our naval line,
Like the milky-way, shall shine

Bright in fame!
Though ages long have passed
Since our fathers left their home,
Their pilot in the blast,

O'er untravelled seas to roam,-
Yet lives the blood of England in our veins !

And shall we not proclaim
That blood of honest fame,
Which no tyranny can tame

By its chains ?
While the language, free and bold,
Which the bard of Avon sung,
In which our Milton told

How the vault of heaven rung,
When Satan, blasted, fell with all his host;

While this, with reverence meet,
Ten thousand echoes greet,
From rock to rock repeat

Round our coast;
While the manners, while the arts,
That mould a nation's soul,
Still cling around our hearts,

Between let ocean roll,
Our joint communion breaking with the sun:

Yet, still, from cither beach,
The voice of blood shall reach,
More audible than speech,

“ We are One!"





LESSON XLI. -THE AMERICAN EAGLE.-C. W. THOMSON. · [The following piece affords scope for a degree of force' beyond that which was exemplified in the preceding lesson. In the second, third, and fourth stanzas, it rises to what is distinguished, in elocution, by the designation of empassioned force',--the fullest vehemence of voice, bordering on the shout, and, sometimes, passing into it. This style is found chiefly in lyric poetry; but it is sometimes

exemplified in the vehement energy of prose, on exciting occasions.) [11] Bird of the heavens! whose matchless eye

Alone can front the blaze of day,
And, wandering through the radiant sky,

Ne'er from the sunlight turns away;
5 Whose ample wing was made to rise

Majestic o'er the loftiest peak,
On whose chill tops the winter skies,

Around thy nest, in tempests, speak,-
What ranger of the winds can dare,
10 Proud mountain king! with thee compare ;

Or lift his gaudier plumes on high
Before thy native majesty,
When thou hast ta’en thy seat alone,

Upon thy cloud-encircled throne ?
15 Bird of the cliffs ! thy noble form

Might well be thought almost divine ;
Born for the thunder and the storm,

The mountain and the rock are thine;
And there, where never foot has been,
20 Thy eyrie is sublimely hung,
Where low'ring skies their wrath begin,

And loudest lullabies are sung
By the fierce spirit of the blast,

When, his snow mantle o'er him cast,

25 He sweeps across the mountain top, [0] With a dark fury naught can stop,

And wings his wild unearthly way
Far through the clouded realms of day.

Bird of the sun! to thee,-to thee
30 The earliest tints of dawn are known,
And 't is thy proud delight to see

The monarch mount his gorgeous throne; [11]

Throwing the crimson drapery by,

That half impedes his glorious way; 35 And mounting up the radiant sky,

E'en what he is,--the king of day!

[1] 10

[1] Before the regent of the skies
Men shrink, and veil their dazzled

eyes; But thou, in regal majesty,

Hast kingly rank as well as he ;
5 And with a steady, dauntless gaze

Thou meet'st the splendor of his blaze.
Bird of Columbia ! well art thou

An emblem of our native land;
With unblenched front and noble brow,

Among the nations doomed to stand ;
Proud, like her mighty mountain woods;

Like her own rivers, wandering free; And sending forth from hills and floods,

The joyous shout of liberty !
[U] 15 Like thee, majestic bird ! like thee,

She stands in unbought majesty,
With spreading wing, untired and strong,
That dares a soaring far and long,

That mounts aloft, nor looks below, [11] 20 And will not quail though tempests blow. [1] The admiration of the earth,

In grand simplicity she stands;
Like thee, the storms beheld her birth,

And she was nursed by rugged hands; [] 25 But, past the fierce and furious war,

Her rising fame new glory brings,
For kings and nobles come from far

To seek the shelter of her wings. [1] And like thee, rider of the cloud,

30 She mounts the heavens, serene and proud,

Great in a pure and noble fame,
Great in her spotless champion's name,
And destined in her day to be

Mighty as Rome,-more nobly free. [] 35 My native land ! my native land !

To her my thoughts will fondly turn;
For her the warmest hopes expand,

For her the heart with fears will yearn.

Oh! may she keep her eye, like thee, 40 Proud eagle of the rocky wild, Fix'd on the sun of liberty,

By rank, by faction unbeguiled;

Remembering still the rugged road
Our venerable fathers trod,
When they through toil and danger press'd,
To gain their glorious bequest,
And from each lip the caution fell
To those who follow'd, “ Guard it well."




[The following extract is intended as an exercise in 'low pitch of utterance. A deep, and comparatively holion tone, pervades the reading of this piece, as it is characterized by the deepest solemnity. As an exercise in elocution, it is designed to cultivate the power of full and clear utterance, on a low key,—an attainment more difficult than most others, but of the greatest service to appropriate expression, in all solemn passages, whether in sacred or secular coin posi.

tions.) [.]*

By this, the sun his westering car drove low;
Round his broad wheels full many a lucid cloud
Floated, like happy isles in seas of gold:

Along the horizon castled shapes were piled, 5 Turrets and towers, whose fronts embattled gleamed

With yellow light: smit by the slanting ray,
A ruddy beam the canopy reflected;
With deeper light the ruby blushed; and thick

Upon the seraphs' wings the glowing spots
10 Seemed drops of fire. Uncoiling from its staff,

With fainter wave, the gorgeous ensign hung,
Or, swelling with the swelling breeze, by fits
Cast off, upon the dewy air, huge flakes

Of golden lustre. Over all the hill,
15 The heavenly legions, the assembled world,
Evening her crimson tint for ever drew.

Round I gazed
Where in the purple west, no more to dawn,

Faded the glories of the dying day.
20 Mild-twinkling through a crimson-skirted cloud,

The solitary star of evening shone.
While gazing wistful on that peerless light,
Thereafter to be seen no more, (as oft
In dreams strange images will mix,) sad thoughts

# For an example of very low' utterance, see LESSON XLVI.

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