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nitude in the hazy firmament; and his full-fed cheeks, which seemed to have taken toll of every thing that went into his mouth, were curiously mottled and streaked with

dusky red, like a Spitzenberg apple. 5 His habits were as regular as his person. He daily

took his four stated meals, appropriating exactly an hour to each; he smoked and doubted eight hours; and he slept the remaining twelve of the four-and-twenty. Such was

the renowned Wouter Van Twiller,-a true philosopher ; 10 for his mind was either elevated above, or tranquilly settled

below, the cares and perplexities of this world. "He had lived in it for years, without feeling the least curiosity to know whether the sun revolved round it, or it round the

sun; and he had watched, for at least half a century, the 15 smoke curling from his pipe to the ceiling, without once

troubling his head with any of those numerous theories, by which the philosopher would have perplexed his brain, in accounting for its rising above the surrounding atmosphere.

LESSON LI-INVOCATION OF MIRTH.-Milton. [The extract which follows, is an example of the 'quick' rate of utterance, which characterizes the tones of joy and mirth. The voice, in the reading of such passages as the following, moves with great rapidity, in comparison with the ordinary rate. The utterance, in this instance, is 'high' and 'loud', as well as 'very quick'. The practice of this style, is useful, not only for its immediate, but its general effect. It enlivens the tones of the voice, and imparts fluency

in enunciation.]
[I ouv] Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee

Jest, and youthful Jollity,
Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles,

Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, 5

Such as hang on Hebe's * cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek;
Sport, that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.

Come, and trip it, as you go, 10

On the light fantastic toe;
And in thy right hand lead with thee,
The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty ;
And, if I give thee honor due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,

** The goddess of youth.




To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreproved pleasures free;
To hear the lark begin his flight,
And, singing, startle the dull night,
From his watch-tower in the skies,
Till the dappled dawn doth rise ;
Then to come, in spite of sorrow,
And at my window bid good morrow,
Through the sweet brier or the vine,
Or the twisted eglantine :
While the ploughman, near at hand,
Whistles o'er the furrowed land,
And the milkmaid singeth blithe,
And the mower whets his sithe,
And every shepherd tells his tale,
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures,
While the landscape round it measures,
Russet lawns, and fallows gray,
Where the nibbling flocks do stray,
Meadows trim, with daisies pied,
Shallow brooks and rivers wide.

Sometimes with secure delight,
The upland hamlets will invite,
When the merry bells ring round,
And the jocund rebecs* sound
To many a youth, and many a maid,
Dancing in the checkered shade;
And young and old come forth to play,
On a sunshine holy-day,
Till the livelong daylight fail.





[The marking of the following piece, is extended to the indication of tones' and 'modulation', 'stress', and quality'; as all these modes of voice, are inseparably connected in utterance, and all of them arise from emotion, as their common source. The principal points in emphasis, inflection, and pausing, are also indicated, wherever they are essential elements of expression'.]

This heroic chief fell in an attack upon the Turkish camp at Laspi, the site of the ancient Platæa, August 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. His last words were,—“ To die for liberty is a pleasure, and not a

* Rebec, a peculiar sort of violin.

[x.-) At midnight, in his guarded tent,

The Turk was dreaming of the hour!
When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent,

Should trèmble at his power ;
In dreams, through camp and court, he bore
The trophies of a conqueror ;

In dréams, his song of triumph | heard;
Then wore his monarch's signet ring,
Then press'd that monarch's thròne, –a KING ;
As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing,

As Eden's gárden bird.

[x.-) An hour / pass’d òn :-[1 u] the Turk awòke ;

[° -} That bright dream || [c] was his làst ;

He wóketo hear his sentry's shriek, [Ul u] "To arms! they còme: the Grèek! the GREEK!"

He woke-[.] to Die I midst flame and smoke,
And shout, and groan, and sābre-stroke,

And death-shots falling thick and fast
As lightnings from the mountain clòud;
And heard, with voice as trùmpet loud,

Bozzaris | cheer his bànd ;=
[I 1 ° u] “STRİKE—till the last arm'd foe ' expires,

STRIKE-for your altars and your fires,

Gòd,—and your NATIVE LÅND!”

[0] They fought, like bràve men, lóng' and well,

They piled that ground with Moslem slain; < They cònquer'd ;-[x . -] but Bozzaris | FÈLL,

Bleeding at every vèin. [x°-] His few I surviving counrades || saw

His smile, when rang their proud HURRAH,

And the red field ' was won ; [xx, = ] Then saw | in dèath' his eyelids close

Calmly, as to a night's repòse,

Like flowers ' at set of sùn.

{x.. - ] Come to the bridal chàmber, Death!

Come to the mother, when she feels,
For the first time, her first born's breath ;-

Come when the blessed seals !

Which close the pèstilence | are bróke,
And crowded cities | wail its stròke ;-

Come | in Consumption's ghastly form,
[1] The earthquake shock, the ocean stòrm :-

Come when the heart I beats high ' and warm,

With bánquet-song, and dance, and wine, [x.. - ] And thou art TÈRRIBLE : the tèar,

The groan, the knell, the pàll, the bier,
And all we know, or dréam, or fear !

Of agony, are thine.
[lo] But to the HÉRO,—when his sword

Has won the battle for the frée,
Thy voice sounds like a pròphet's word,
And ' in its hollow tones are heard

The thanks of MİLLIONS | yet to . [x.-) Bozzáris ! with the storied brave !

Greece nurtured in her glóry's time,
Rést thee:- there is no pròuder grave,

Even in her own proud clime.

We tell thy doom | without a sigh;
For thou art FRÈEDOM's now, and FÀME'S,
One of the fèw, the IMMÒRTAL names,
That were not born to die.

. [11]


[Marked as Lesson LII.] [ - ] There was a sound of revelry by night,

And Belgium's capital II had gather'd' then | < Her beauty and her chivalry; and bright!

< The lamps' shone o'er fair women and brave men: [19] A thousand hearts beat happily, and when [<] < Music ' arose with its voluptuous swéll,

Soft eyes I look'd lòve ' to eyes which spake again; < And all' went merry as a marriage-bell : [x.v] But HÙSH! HARKS-a deep sound strikes like a [a. q.] rising knèu ! [1° u] Did ye not hear it? [1] Nò; 't was but the wind,

Or the car rattling o'er the stony street;
On with the dànce! let joy' be unconfined ;

No sleep till mòrn, when Youth' and Pleasure' meet, < To chase the glowing hours with flying feet

[x.v] But HÀRK Sthat heavy sound breaks in once more,

< As if the clòuds II its echo ' would repeat;

And nèarer, clèarer, deadlier than before ! (11° JU) ARM -ARM-[1.-] it is,-it is,—the cànnon's open[a. q.] ing ròar. [ ] Within a windowed niche of that high hall II

Sat Brùnswick's fáted chieftain; he did hear!
That sound the first | amidst the festival,
And caught its tone' with dèath's prophetic ear;
And when they smiled ' because he deem'd it néar,
His heart | more truly knew that peal' too well it

Which stretched his father' on a bloody bier,
< And roused the vengeance | blood ' alone I would

quell: < He rush'd into the field, and, fòremost fighting, fèll. [XV] Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fró, [a. q.) And gathering téars, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pále, which | but an hour ago

Blush'd ' at the praise of their own lòveliness ;
And there were sudden pàrtings, such as press
The life ' from out young hearts, and choking sighs l'
Which ne'er might be repeated ; who could guess

11 If ever more should meet' those mutual eyes, [b..=] Since upon night I so sweet, such awful mòrn | could

rise ! 1.V] And there was mounting in hot hàste; the steed,

The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,
Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,

And swiftly forming in the ranks of war: 11.-) And the deep thứnder, peal on peal'afàr;

And néar, the beat of the alarming drùm | [lv] Roused up the soldier | ere the morning-star; [Xv] While thronged the citizens with terror dumb,

Or whispering II with white lips'' [] "The FòE! They [a. q.] CÒME, they CÒME!" [lo] And wild ' and high | the "Cameron's gathering"

ròse ! [pu. t.] The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills

Have héard ll and heard, too, have her Saxon foes ; [1.] How' in the noon of night that pibroch' thrills,

Savage | and shrill! But with the breath which fills! < Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers |

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