ARTICULATION.

III. Articulation of Phrases.

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1. In every period of life.. the acquisition of knowledge.. is one of the most pleasing employments. . of the human mind.

2. An old clock.. that had stood for fifty years. . in a farmer's kitchen.. without giving its owner any cause of complaint, . . early one summer's morning.. before the family was stirring.. suddenly stopped.

3. Hark! . . hark to the robin! . . its magical call..

Awakens the flowerets.. that slept in the dells; . . The snow-drop, .. the primrose,.. the hyacinth, . . all Attune at the summons.. their silvery bells. . . Hush!.. ting-a-ring-ting! . . don't you hear how they sing?.. They are pealing a fairy-like welcome.. to Spring.

IV. Articulation of Sentences.

1. The greater the difficulty, the more glory there is in surmounting it; skilful pilots gain their reputation from storms and tempests.

2. How far, O Catiline! wilt thou abuse our patience? How long wilt thou baffle justice in thy mad career? To what extreme wilt thou carry thy audacity?

3. Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet !
Welcome her, thundering cheer of the street!
Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet,
Scatter the blossoms under her feet!
Break, happy land, into earlier flowers!

Make music, O bird, in the new-budded bowers!
Welcome her, welcome her, all that is ours!

Warble, O bugle, and trumpet, blare!
Flags, flutter out upon turrets and towers!
Flames, on the windy headland flare !
Utter your jubilee, steeple and spire!
Clash, ye bells, in the merry March air!
Flash, ye cities, in rivers of fire !

Welcome her, welcome the land's desire.

V.

SLIDES OR INFLECTIONS.

I. Falling Inflections.

OUSE thee up! O waste not life in fond delusions! Be a sòldier, be a hèro,

ROUSH

2. "Halt!"

"Fire!"

be a màn !

The dust-brown ranks stood fast.
Out blazed the rifle blast.

3. There is a sound of thùnder afar,

Storm in the South that darkens the day,

Storm of battle and thunder of wàr;
Well if it do not roll òur way.

Storm! storm! Riflemen, fòrm!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen, fòrm!

II. Rising Inflections.

1. May I stay here?—I have no objection. You may if you like.

2. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, sée not, and having ears, héar not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvátion?

3. Art thou nothing daunted by the nightly wátch? Nothing, by the city guards? Nothing, by the rally of all good cítizens? Nothing, by the assembling of the Senate in this fortified pláce? Nothing, by the averted looks of all here présent?

III. Rising and Falling Inflections.

1. Sínk or swim, líve or die, survíve or pèrish, I give my hánd and my heàrt to this vote.

2. Spáre that you may spènd; fást that you may feast làbor that you may líve; and rún that you may rèst.

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3. Will you rise like mén, and firmly assert your ríghts, or will you tamely submit to be trampled on?

QUALITY OF VOICE.

IV. Circumflex Inflections.

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1. It is vastly easy for you, Mistress Dial, who have always, as everybody knows, set yourself up above mě, -it is vastly easy for you, I say, to accuse other people of laziness.

2. The common error is, to resolve to act right after breakfast, or after dinner, or to-morrow morning, or next time: but now, just now, this once, we must go on the same as ever.

3. If you said so, then I said sô. Ohô did you say so? So they shook hands and were sworn brothers.

Is all prepared?-speak soft and low."

"All ready! we have sent the men,

As you appointed, to the place."

2. All silent they went, for the time was approaching,
The moon the blue zenith already was touching.

3. Hark! I hear the bugles of the enemy! They are on. their march along the bank of the river. We must retreat instantly, or be cut off from our boats.

II. Half-Whisper, or Aspirated Tone.

1. "Silence!" in undertones they cry,
"No whisper!- not a breath!

The sound that warns thy comrades nigh
Shall sentence thee to death."

2. He hears a nòise, he's all awake,

Again! On tiptoe down the hill

He softly creeps.

3. Soldiers! you are now within a few steps of the enemy's dutpost. A swift and noiseless advance around that projecting

we capture them without the

rock, and we are upon them,

possibility of resistance.

III. Pure Tone.

1. I còme, I còme! - ye have called me lòng, -
I come o'er the mòuntains with light and sòng.
2. Merrily swinging on brier and weed,

Near to the nest of his little dame,
Over the mountain-side or mead,

Robert of Lincoln is telling his name,

Bób-o-link, Bób-o-link, spink, spank, spínk.

3. Hurrah! how gayly we rìde! How the ship careèrs! How she leaps! How gracefully she bends! How fair her white wings! How trim her hùll! How slim her tall taper màsts! What a beautiful dancing fàiry!

IV. Orotund.

1. O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! whence are thy beams, O Sun! thy everlasting lìght ?

2. And lo! from the assembled crowd

There rose a shòut prolonged and loud.

3. Now for the fìght,

now for the cànnon peal,

Fòrward, — through blood and toil and cloud and fìre !

VII.

MOVEMENT, OR RATE OF UTTERANCE.

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I. Quick Movement.

LL the little boys and girls,

With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,
And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,
Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after

The wonderful music, with shouting and làughter.

FORCE.

2. The steed along the drawbridge flies
Just as it trembled on the rise;
Not lighter does the swallow skim

Along the smooth lake's level brim.

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3. One April day, while Putnam is ploughing on his farm, Rides furious by a horseman, whose cry is, "ÀRM! ÀRM! ARM!"

"What news? what news?" says Putnam. And he: "The war's begùn,

For yesterday a battle was fought at Lexington."

II. Moderate

1. 'T is not enòugh no harshness gives offence;
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

2. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronòunced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but, if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crìer spoke my lines.

3. The air, the earth, the wàter, teem with delighted exìstence. In a spring noon, or a summer evening, on whichever side we turn our eyes, myriads of happy beings crowd upon our view.

III. Slow.

1. The curfew tolls the knell of parting dày;

The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lèa;
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to mè.

2. If there's a Power above us

(And that there is, all Nature cries aloud

Through all her works), he must delight in vìrtue;
And that which he delights in must be happy.

3. O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Thy name in all the earth! who hast set Thy glory above the heavens.

When I consider Thy heavens, the work of Thy fingers; the moon and the stars, which Thou hast ordained; what is màn that Thou art mìndful of him? and the son of man, that thou vìsitest him?