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To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops,
-Julius Cæsar, i., 1.
TONE OF FRANKNESS.
(See Tone Drill No. 104.) [The tone of Frankness indicates that the speaker is withholding or coloring nothing; that there is a sincere desire to show things exactly as they are.]
Portia to Bassanio.
You see me, Lord Bassanio, where I stand,
times more rich;
I might in virtues, beauties, livings, friends,
-Merchant of Venice, iii., 2.
TONE OF EXCITEMENT.
(See Tone Drill No. 88.) [This tone is always found with some other tone. It denotes that the speaker is roused from his normal state. Every nerve is alive to the spirit of the thing he is telling. The tone finds natural expression in events of stirring action-great uprisings, contests, calamities.]
The Revolutionary Alarm.
Darkness closed upon the country and upon the town, but it was no night for sleep. Heralds on swift relays of horses transmitted the war message from hand to hand, till village repeated it to village, the sea to the backwoods, the plains to the highlands, and it was never suffered to droop till it had been borne North and South and East and West, throughout the land. It spread over the bays that receive the Saco and the Penobscot; its loud reveille broke the rest of the trappers of New Hampshire, and, ringing like bugle notes from peak to peak, overleapt the Green Mountains, swept onward to Montreal, and descended the ocean-river till the responses were echoed from the cliffs at Quebec.
The hills along the Hudson told one another the tale. As the summons hurried to the South, it was one day at New York, in one more at Philadelphia, the next it lighted a watch-fire at Baltimore, thence it waked an answer at Annapolis. Crossing the Potomac near Mt. Vernon, it was sent forward without a halt to Williamsburg. It traversed the Dismal Swamp to Nansemond, along the route of the first emigrants to North Carolina. It moved onward and still onward, through boundless groves of evergreen to Newbern and to Wilmington.
“For God's sake, forward it by night and day,” wrote Cornelius Harnett, by the express, which sped for Brunswick. Patriots of South Carolina caught up its tones at the border and despatched it to Charleston, and, through pines and palmettos and moss-clad live-oaks, farther to the South, till it resounded among the New England settlements beyond the Savannah. The Blue Ridge took up the voice and made it heard from one end to the other of the valley of Virginia. The Alleghanies, as they listened, opened their barriers that the "loud call” might pass through to the hardy riflemen on the Holston, the Watauga and the French Broad. Ever renewing its strength, powerful enough even to create a commonwealth, it breathed its inspiring word to the first settlers of Kentucky, so that hunters who made their halt in the valley of the Elkhorn commemorated the nineteenth day of April, 1976, by naming their encampment “Lexington.” With one impulse the Colonies sprang to arms; with
one spirit they pledged themselves to each other, “to be ready for the extreme event." With one heart the Continent cried, "Liberty or death!”
The Ride to Aix.
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
By Hasselt Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur!
So we were left galloping, Joris and I,
And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight
Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall,
TONE OF INDIFFERENCE.
(See Tone Drill No. 120.) [The tone of Indifference manifests personal unconcern. allied to Belittling. It says, “It matters nothing to me.”']
Shall I, wasting in despair,
If she be not so to me,