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3. All silent they went, for the time was approaching,
II. Half-whisper, or Aspirated Tone.
Only the old camp-raven croaks,
And soldiers whisper: "Boys, be still!
2. Hist! I see the stir of glamour far upon the twilight wold. Hist! I see the vision rising! List! and as I speak, beholdl
3. And once behind a rick of barley,
4. Macbeth. Didst thou not hear a n6ise?
Lady Macbeth. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry.
Macb. Hark! Who lies i' the second chamber?
Enter Lady Macbeth, with a Taper.
5. Gentlewoman. Lo you, here she comes! This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her; stand cldse.
Physician. How came she by that light?
Gent. Why it stood by her; she has light by her continually; 'tis her command.
Phy. You see her eyes are dpen?
Gent. Ay, but their sense is shut.
Phy. What is it she does now? Look, bow she rubs her hands; 1 have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
III. Pure Tone.
\S 1. You bells in the steeple, ring, ring out your changes,
2. The splendor falls on castle walls,
3. The maxim that no people ought to be free till they are fit to use their freedom, is worthy of the fool in the old story, who resolved not to go into the water till he had learned to swim. If men are to wait for liberty till they become wise and good in slavery, they may indeed wait forever.
4. Blessings on th. " ..uie man,
5. My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky;
Or let me die!
1. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean—roll!
2. I would call upon all the true sons of New England to co6perate with the laws of man and the justice of Heaven.
3. Rise, like a cloud of incense, from the earth!
4. The hills,
Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,—the vales,
V. Aspirated Orotund.
1. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds.
2. How reverend is the face of this tall pile,
By its own weight made steadfast and immovable,
3. I see the smoke of the furnaces where manacles and fetters are still forged for human limbs. I see the visages of those who by stealth and at midnight labor in this work of hell, foul and dark, as may become the artificers of such instruments of misery and torture.
MOVEMENT, OR RATE OF UTTERANCE.
AS the stately march of the solemn procession and the light trip of the joyous child are indicative of the states of mind which prompt them, so the movement which is proper in reading depends upon the emotion to be expressed. If the reader should ask himself what would be his manner of walking while under the influence of any particular emotion, it would be a safe guide to his rate of utterance. Animated and playful moods would manifest themselves in a light and buoyant step, sometimes tripping and bounding along. Hurry and precipitancy are indicated by corresponding haste and impetuosity of movement.
On the contrary, deep emotions of solemnity and awe can exist only with very slow movements. Dignity requires in its expression not only slowness but regularity. Violent passion gives rise to irregular and impulsive speech.
I. Rapid Movement.
So light to the croup the fair lady he swung,
2. Under his spurning feet, the road,
3. Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,
Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,
Families by tens and dozens,
4. And there was mounting in hot haste,
The steed, the must'ring squadron, and the clatt'ring car
5. Pull, pull iu your lassoes, and bridle to steed,
1. Eloquence consists simply in feeling a truth' yourself, and in making those who hear you feel it.
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies;—
Hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
3. A vain man's motto is, "Win gold and wear it;" a generous man's, "Win gold and share it;" a miser's, "Win gold and spare it;" a profligate's, "Win gold and spend it;" a broker's, "Win gold and lend it;" a gambler's or a fool's, "Win gold and lose it;" but a wise man's, "Win gold and use it."
4. The brave man is not he who feels no fear,
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.