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and we, who are left alone with our love and his great result of work, cannot but rejoice that he has entered on his Father's rest.”. Stopford A. Brooke.
“O dull, one-sided voice,' said I,
To flatter me that I may die ?
A dust of systems and of creeds.
The joy that mixes man with Heaven:
Saw distant gates of Eden gleam, And did not dream it was a dream; “But heard, by secret transport led,
Even in the charnels of the dead,
The murmur of the fountain-head
Bore and forebore, and did not tire,
Like Stephen, an unquenched fire.
Though cursed and scorned, and bruised with stones: “But looking upward, full of grace,
He prayed, and from a happy place
The Two VOICES. — Tennyson
It were done quickly: If the assassination
Bloody instructions, which being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even handed justice Commends the ingredient of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against the murder bar the door, Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues will Plead like angels, trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors’d Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.— I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other."- Macbeth. “ All he had loved and moulded into thought, From shape, and hue, and odor, and sweet sound, Lamented Adonais. Morning sought Her eastern watch-tower, and her hair unbound, Wet with the tears which should adorn the ground, Dimmed the aërial eyes that kindle day; Afar the melancholy thunder moaned; Pale ocean in unquiet slumber lay, And the wild winds flew around, sobbing in their dismiay.'
ADONAIS.— Shelley. “ The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully afar; Whilst burning through the inmost vail of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.” – Ibid.
- The Niobe of nations ! there she stands,
Chi lless and crownless, in her voiceless woe;
An empty urn within her wither'd hands,
Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness ?
CHILDE HAROLD.- Byron
"One in whose eyes the smile of kindness made
Its haunts, like flowers by sunny brooks in May, Yet, at the thought of others' pain, a shade
Of sweeter sadness chased the smile away.
Nor deem that when the hand that moulders here
Alone her task was wrought,
Alone the battle fought;
“ She met the hosts of sorrow with a look
That altered not beneath the frown they wore, And soon the lowering brood were tamed, and took,
Meekly, her gentle rule, and frowned no more. Her soft hand put aside the assaults of wrath,
And calmly broke in twain
The fiery shafts of pain,
By that victorious hand despair was slain.
THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE. - Bryant.
" He did but float a little way
Or listening their fairy chime;
“ Full short his journey was; no dust
THRENODIA. - Lowell
“Tenderness And woe are twins ! and may not deeply bless Except together, when the tear one weeps Falls in the golden cup the other keeps Hid for this moment in his breast, unshown Till needed most." — AFTER PARTING. — Miss Greenwell.
“The melancholy days are come,
The saddest of the year,
And meadows brown and sear;
The Autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust,
And to the rabbit's tread.
The robin and the wren are flown,
And from the shrubs the jay,
THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. — Bryant.
“ November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh;
The shortning winter day is near a close;
The blackening trains o' craws to their repose ;
This night his weekly moil is at an end,
Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend,
THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT. — Burns.
QUALITIES OF TONE. The different kinds or qualities of tone are the Pure Tone, the Orotund, the Aspirated, the Falsetto, the Guttural, and the Trembling.
The Pure Tone is the ordinary tone of a good and welltrained voice, clear, even, smooth, round, flowing, flexible in sound, and producing a moderate resonance in the head. It is the tone to be employed in all ordinary reading, where great passion or violent feeling is not expressed.
Illustrations. “No education deserves the name, unless it develops thought, unless it pierces down to the mysterious spiritual principle of mind, and starts that into activity and growth. There, all education, intellectual, moral, religious, begins; for morality, religion, intelligence, have all one foundation in vital thought;—that is, in thought which conceives all objects with which it deals, whether temporal or eternal, visible or invisible, as living realities, not as barren propositions. Here is the vital principle of all growth in learning, in virtue, in intelligence, in holiness. If this fail, there is no hope ;