3. All silent they went, for the time was approaching,
The moon the blue zenith already was touching;
No foot was abroad on the forest or hill,
No sound but the lullaby sung by the rill.

II. Half-whisper, or Aspirated Tone.

Only the old camp-raven croaks,

And soldiers whisper: "Boys, be still!
There's some bad news from Grainger's folks.'

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,
Thus looking out did Harry stand;
The moon was full and shining clearly,
And crisp with frost the stubble land.
—He hears a noise—he's all awake—
Again !—on tiptoe down the hill
He softly creeps.

4. Macbeth. Didst thou not hear a n6ise?

Lady Macbeth. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry.
Did not you spe'ak?
Macb.' When?
Lady M. Now.
Macb. As I descended?
Lady M. Ay.

Macb. Hark! Who lies i' the second chamber?
Lady M. Ddnalbain.

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,
How many soever they be,
And let the brown meadow-lark's note as he ranges
Come over, come over to me.

2. The splendor falls on castle walls,
And snowy summits old in story;
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.

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,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan;
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy,—
I was once a barefoot bov!

5. My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky;
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!
The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

IV. Orotund.

1. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean—roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain.

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!
Thou kingly spirit, throned among the hills,
Thou dread ambassador from earth to heaven,
Great hierarch! tell thou the silent sky,
And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun,
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

4. The hills,

Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,—the vales,
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods—rivers that move
In majesty, and the complaining brooks,
That make the meadows green; and, poured round all,
Old ocean's gray and V'"'"^choly waste,—
Are but the solemn decorations all
Of the great tomb of man.

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,
Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads,
To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof,

By its own weight made steadfast and immovable,
Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe
And terror on my aching sight; the tombs
And monumental caves of death look cold,
And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.

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,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung.

2. Under his spurning feet, the road,
Like an arrowy Alpine river, flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind,
Like an ocean flying before the wind.

3. Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,
Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,
Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,

Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,
Pointing tails and pricking whiskers,

Families by tens and dozens,
Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives—
Followed the Piper for their lives.

4. And there was mounting in hot haste,

The steed, the must'ring squadron, and the clatt'ring car
Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war.

5. Pull, pull iu your lassoes, and bridle to steed,
And speed, if ever for life you would speed;
And ride for your lives, for your lives you must ride,
For the plain is aflame, the prairie on fire,
And feet of wild horses hard flying before
I hear like a sea breaking high on the shore:
While the buffalo come like the surge of the sea,
Driven far by the flame, driving fast on lis three,
As a hurricane comes, crushing palms in his ire.

II. Moderate.

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,
Little flower—but if I could understand

What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

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,
For that were stupid and irrational;
But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues,
And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

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.