264 9. EXERCISES ON MODULATION. HYMN 76, BOOK II. 1 Hosanna to the Prince of light, 2 Death is no more the king of dread, 3 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,- 4 Bright angels! strike your loudest strings, 10. HYMN 77, Book II. 1 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armour on ; March to the gates of endless joy, Where thy great Captain-Saviour's gone. 2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes; Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross, And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 Then let my soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heav'nly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign, And glitt'ring robes for conqu❜rors wait. 4 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace; While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 11. HYMN 108, Book II. 1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes And smile to see our Father there, 2 Once 'twas the seat of dreadful wrath, 3 Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood, That calm'd his frowning face, That sprinkl'd o'er the burning throne, 4 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring, 12. HYMN 116, BOOK II. 1 How can I sink with such a prop As my eternal God, Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, And spreads the heav'ns abroad? 2 How can I die while Jesus lives, Who rose and left the dead? Pardon and grace my soul receives From mine exalted head. 3 All that I am, and all I have, Whate'er my duty bids me give, 4 Yet, if I might make some reserve, I love my God with zeal so great 13. Missionary Hymn. 1 From Greenland's icy mountains, 2 What tho' the spicy breezes 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted (0°) Salvation! O Salvation! 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, It spreads from pole to pole; Bishop Heber. EXERCISES. PART II. FAMILIAR PIECES. The reader will observe that no rhetorical notation is applied in the following Exercises. 29. Hamlet's instruction to Players. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for out-doing Termagant; it outherods Herod. Pray you, avoid it.- -Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing; whose end, both at the first, and now, was, and is, to hold as 'twere the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this, overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one, must in your allowance, overweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players, that I have seen play,—and heard others praise, and that highly,-not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. Shakspeare. 5 F. Touch not thy mother, boy-Thou canst not- C. Why, father? She still wakens at this hour. C. And what is dead? If she be dead, why then 'tis only sleeping, For I am sure she sleeps. Her hand is very cold! F. Her heart is cold. Come, mother,-rise 10 Her limbs are bloodless, would that mine were so ! 15 C. If she would waken, she would soon be warm, This winter morning, were not covered better, F. No-not like her: The fire might warm you, or thick clothes-but her- C. If I could wake her, She would smile on me, as she always does, 20 And kiss me. Mother! you have slept too long- F. Come, my child. C. Once, when I sat upon her lap, I felt |