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2. The general, with his head drooping, and his hands leaning on his horse's neck, moved feebly out of the battle.

3. The rivulet sends forth glad sounds, and, tripping o'er its bed of pebbly sands, or leaping down the rocks, seems with continuous laughter to rejoice in its own being.

4. We wish that this column, rising toward heaven among the pointed spires of so many temples dedicated to God, may contribute also to produce, in all minds, a pious feeling of dependence and gratitude.

5. I had always thought that I could meet death without a murmur; but I did not know, she said, with a faint voice, her lips quivering, I did not know, till now, how hard a thing it would be to leave my child.

6. The calm shade shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze, that makes the green leaves dance, shall waft a balm to thy sick heart.

7. The stomach (cramm'd from every dish, a tomb of boiled and roast, and flesh and fish, where bile, and wind, and phlegm, and acid jar, and all the man is one intestine war) remembers oft the school-boy's simple fare, the temperate sleeps, and spirits light as air.

8. Ingen'ious boys, who are idle, think, with the hare in the fable, that, running with SNAILS (so they count the rest of their school-fellows), they shall come soon enough to the post; though sleeping a good while before their starting.

9. I heard a man who had failed in business, and whose furniture was sold at auction, say that, when the cradle, and the crib, and the piano went, tears would come, and he had to leave the house to be a man.

10. The soul of eloquence is the center of the human soul itself, which, enlightened by the rays of an idea, or warmed and stirred by an impression, flashes or bursts forth to manifest, by some sign or other, what it feels or sees.

11. Can he, who, not satisfied with the wide range of animated existence, calls for the sympathy of the inanimate creation, refuse to worship with his fellow-men?

12. Why does the VERY MURDERER, his victim sleeping before him, and his glaring, eye taking the measure of the blow, strike WIDE of the mortal part? Because-of CONSCIENCE!

13. The massy rocks themselves, the old and ponderous

trunks of prostrate trees, that lead from knoll to knoll, a causeway rude, or bridge the sunken brook, and their dark roots with all their earth upon them, twisting high, breathe fixed tranquillity.

14. "But now," whispered the dear girl, "it is evening; the sun, that rejoices, has finished his daily toil; man, that labors, has finished his; I, that suffer, have finished mine." Just then, her dull ear caught a sound. It was the sound, though muffled and deadened, like the ear that heard it, of horsemen advancing.

15. Here we have butter pure as virgin gold;

And milk from cows that can a tail unfold

With bovine pride; and new-laid eggs, whose praise
Is sung by pullets with their morning lays;

Trout from the brook; good water from the well;
And other blessings more than I can tell!

16. I love Music, when she appears in her virgin purity, almost to adoration. But vocal music-the dearest, sweelest thing on earth-unaccompanied with good elocution, is like butter without salt; a garlic-eater with a perfumed handkerchief; or, rather, like a bankrupt beau-his soft hands incased in delicate kidswith soiled linen, and patches upon his knees.

17. A Frenchman once-so runs a certain ditty—

Had crossed the Straits to famous London city,
To get a living by the arts of France,

And teach his neighbor, rough John Bull, to dance.
But lacking pupils, vain was all his skill;

His fortunes sank from low to lower still,
Until at last, pathetic to relate,

Poor Monsieur landed at starvation's gate.

18. No! DEAR as FREEDOM is, and in my heart's just estimation prized above all price, I would much rather be MYSELF the SLAVE, and WEAR the BONDS, than fasten them on HIM.

19. There is an ugly kind of forgiveness in this world-a kind of hedge-hog forgiveness, shot out like quills. Men take one who has offended, and set him down before the blow-pipe of their indignation, and scorch him, and burn his faults into him; and, when they have kneaded him sufficiently with their fiery fists, then-they forgive him,

20. Ye glittering towns, with wealth and splendor crowned; Ye fields, where summer spreads profusion round; Ye lakes, whose vessels catch the busy gale;

Ye bending swains, that dress the flowery vale;
For me your tributary stores combine:
Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!

21. If there's a Power above us—and that there is, all Nature cries aloud through all her works-He must delight in virtue ; and that which He delights in must be happy.


Who had not heard

Of Rose, the gardener's daughter? Where was he,
So blunt in memory, so old at heart,

At such a distance from his youth in grief,
That, having seen, forgot? The common mouth,

So gross to express delight, in praise of her
Grew oratory. Such a lord is Love,

And Beauty such a mistress of the world.

23. The devout heart, penetrated with large and affecting views of the immensity of the works of God, the harmony of his laws, and the extent of his beneficence, bursts into loud and vocal expressions of praise and adoration; and, from a full and overflowing sensibility, seeks to expand itself to the utmost limits of


24. I said, "Though I should die, I know

That all about the thorn will blow

In tufts of rosy-tinted snow;

And men, through novel spheres of thought
Still moving after truth long sought,

Will learn new things when I am not."

25. O WINTER! RULER OF THE INVERTED YEAR! thy scattered hair with sleet-like ashes filled, thy breath congealed upon thy lips, thy cheeks fringed with a beard made white with other snows than those of age, thy forehead wrapped in clouds, a leafless branch thy scepter, and thy throne a sliding car, indebted to no WHEELS, but urged by STORMs along its slippery way, I LOVE THEE, all UNLOVELY as thou seem'st, and DREADED as thou art.

26. They shall hear my VENGEANCE, that would scorn to LISTEN to the story of my WRONGS. The MISERABLE HIGHLAND DROVER, bankrupt, barefooted, stripped of all, dishonored, and hunted down,

because the avarice of others grasped at more than that poor all could pay, shall BURST on them in an AWFUL CHANGE.



Of the bright lands within the western main,
Where we will build our home, what time the seas
Weary thy gaze ;-there the broad palm-tree shades
The soft and delicate light of skies as fair
As those that slept on Eden ;-Nature, there,
Like a gay spendthrift in his flush of youth,
Flings her whole treasure in the lap of Time.—
On turfs, by fairies trod, the Eternal Flora
Spreads all her blooms; and from a lake-like sea
Wooes to her odorous haunts the western wind!
While, circling round and upward from the boughs,
Golden with fruits that lure the joyous birds,
Melody, like a happy soul released,

Hangs in the air, and from invisible plumes
Shakes sweetness down!

28. Lo! the unlettered hind, who never knew to raise his mind excursive to the heights of abstract contemplation, as he sits on the green hillock by the hedge-row side, what time the insect swarms are murmuring, and marks, in silent thought, the broken clouds, that fringe with loveliest hues the evening. sky, feels in his soul the hand of nature rouse the thrill of gratitude to Him who formed the goodly prospect; he beholds the god throned in the west; and his reposing ear hears sounds angelic in the fitful breeze, that floats through neighboring copse or fairy brake, or lingers, playful, on the haunted stream. 29. Beauty a living presence of the earth, Surpassing the most fair ideül forms

Which craft of delicate spirits hath composed
From earth's materials-waits upon my steps;
Pitches her tents before me as I move,
An hourly neighbor. Paradise, and groves
Elysian, Fortunate Fields-like those of old
Sought in the Atlantic main-why should they be
A history only of departed things,

Or a mere fiction of what never was?
For the discerning intellect of man,

When wedded to this goodly universe

In love and holy passion, should find these
A simple produce of the common day.

30. Dear Brothers, who sit at this bountiful board,
With excellent viands so lavishly stored,

That, in newspaper phrase, 't would undoubtedly groan,
If groaning were but a convivial tone,
Which it isn't-and therefore, by sympathy led,

The table, no doubt, is rejoicing instead ;

Dear Brothers, I rise, and it won't be surprising
If you find me, like bread, all the better for rising,-

I rise to express my exceeding delight

In our cordial reünion this glorious night!




NFLECTIONS are the bends or slides of the voice, used in reading and speaking.

Inflection, or the slide, is one of the most important divisions of elocution, because all speech is made up of slides, and because the right or wrong formation of these gives a pervading character to the whole delivery. It is to the graceful formation of the slides that we are chiefly indebted for that easy and refined utterance which prevails in polished society; while the coarse and rustic tones of the vulgar are commonly owing to some early and erroneous habit in this respect. Most of the schoolboy faults in delivery, such as drawling, whining, and a monotonous singing sound, result from a wrong formation of the slide, and may be corrected by a proper course of practice on this element of speech.

A slide consists of two parts, viz.: the radical, or opening sound, and the vanish, or gradual diminution of force, until the sound is lost in silence. Three things are necessary to the perfect formation of a slide.

1st. The opening sound must be struck with a full and lively impulse of voice.

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