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emotions; in pity, tenderness, and sorrow; and in acute pain, grief and fear.
The middle pitch is that of ordinary conversation, and is required in unemotional reading.
The pifch becomes lower in proportion to the gravity or solemnity of a passage.
I. High Pitch.
The wind, one morning, sprang up from sleep,
2. 1d, they come, they come,
Swell, swell the Dorian flute
Through the blue triumphal sky,
Let the cithron's tone salute
Oh! then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
4. On, son of Cimon, bravely on, and Aristidcs just!
Your names have made the field your 6wn, your foes are in the dust!
5. Hurrah for the sea! the all-glorious sea!
II. Middle Pitch.
1. A blind man would know that one was a gentleman and the other a clown by the tones of their voices.
2. A cobbler at Leyden, who used to attend the public disputations held at the academy, was once asked if he understood Latin. "N6," replied the mechanic, "but I know who is wrong in the argument." "How?" inquired his friend. "Why, by seeing who is angry first."
3. There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at its flood, leads on to fortune;
4. I should say sincerity, a deep, great, genuine sincerity, is the .first characteristic of all men in any way herdic. Not the sincerity that calls itself sincere; ah! no, that is a very poor matter indeed; a shallow, braggart, conscious sincerity; oftenest self-conceit mainly. The Great Man's sincerity is of the kind he cannot speak of, is not cdnscious of.
o. Friend, if some actor murder Hamlet's part,
6. This is the forest primeval! The murmuring pines and the
hemlock, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the
twilight, Stand like Druids of eld with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their
bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced neighboring
ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the
III. Low Pitch.
1. "Of old hast Thou laid the foundation of the earth; and the heavens are the work of Thy hands. They shall perish, but Thou shalt endure; yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment; as a vesture shalt Thou change them, and they shall be changed: but Thou art the same; and Thy years shall have no end."
2. When all thy mercies, 0 my God,
3. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
So live, that when thy summons comes to join
IV. "Very Low. Hear the tolling of the bells—
2. 'Tis midnight's holy hour, and silence now
3. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,
4. Hush! the dead-march wails in the people's ears, The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears; The black earth yawns, the mortal disappears!
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust;
He is gdne who seemed so great.
5. Still night;—and the old church bell hath tolled,
From the heart of its quarried tower;
THE following exercises will be found useful in breaking up monotony of style, and in giving a ready command of the voice. The pupil should acquire facility in making the changes of intonation indicated at the margin. The exercise is not without use if practiced merely mechanically; but the true way, in this case as in all others, is for the reader to throw himself in sympathy with the sentiment expressed, that he may spontaneously give the requisite variety of vocal effect independently of the specific directions.
1. Soft. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows,
And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; Loud. But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar,
Slow. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw. The line, too, labors, and the words move slow;
Quick. Not s6, when swift Camilla scours the plain,
Flies o'er the unbending corn and skims along thfc main. ''
3. Loud. The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
Who rush to glory or the grave!
Soft. Ah! few shall part where many meet!
The snow shall be their winding-sheet,
i. Aspi- Lo, dim in the starlight their white tents appear! rated. Ride softly! ride slowly! the onset is near!
More slowly! more softly! the sentry may hear! Loud. Now fall on the foe like a tempest of flame!
Strike down the false banner whose triumph were
shame! Strike, strike for the true flag, for freedom and fame!