2. And this man

Is now become a god; and Cassius is

A wretched creature, and must bend his body,
If Cæsar carelessly but nod on him.

He had a fever when he was in Spain,

And, when the fit was on him, I did mark

How he did shake: 'tis true, this god did shake:
His coward lips did from their color fly;

And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world,
Did lose its luster.

"Julius Cæsar."

3. None dared withstand him to his face,

But one sly maiden spake aside:

"The little witch is evil eyed!

Her mother only killed a cow,

Or witched a churn or dairy-pan;

SHAKESPEARE.

But she, forsooth, must charm a man!"

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

5. But were I Brutus,

And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue
In every wound of Cæsar, that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
"Julius Cæsar."

SHAKESPEARE.

6. Do you think to frighten me? you! Do you think to turn me from any purpose that I have, or any course I am resolved upon, by reminding me of the solitude of this place and there being no help near? Me, who am here alone designedly? If I had feared you, should I not have avoided you? If I feared you, should I be here in the dead of night, telling you to your face what I am going to tell? But I tell you nothing until you go

back to that chair-except this once again. Do not dare to come near me not a step nearer. I have something lying here that is no love trinket; and sooner than endure your touch once more, I would use it on you-and you know it while I speak-with less reluctance than I would on any other creeping thing that lives.

MONOTONE

1. Holy! holy! holy! Lord God of Sabaoth!

Calm or convulsed,-in breeze, or gale, or storm,-
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime

Dark heaving;-boundless, endless, and sublime,—
The image of Eternity, the throne

Of the Invisible;—

thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone

3. Methought I heard a voice cry-"Sleep no more,
Macbeth doth murder sleep-the innocent sleep:
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in Life's feast."

Still it cried "Sleep no more!" to all the house: "Glamis hath murdered Sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more!-Macbeth shall sleep no more!" "Macbeth." SHAKESPEARE.

4. King John.

If the midnight bell
Did with his iron tongue and brazen mouth,
Sound on into the drowsy race of night;
If this same were a churchyard where we stand,
And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs;
Or if that surly spirit, Melancholy,

Had baked thy blood, and made it heavy, thick,
(Which else runs tickling up and down the veins,
Making that idiot, Laughter, keep men's eyes,

And strain their cheeks to idle merriment,
A passion hateful to my purposes),

Or if that thou could'st see me without eyes,
Hear me without thine ears, and make reply
Without a tongue, using conceit alone,
Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words,
Then, in despite of brooding, watchful day,
I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts.
"King John."

SHAKESPEARE.

FORCE

Force has reference to the degree of strength of the voice. It should be carefully distinguished from Pitch. For practising purposes it is divided into Gentle, Moderate, Loud and Very Loud Force.

GENTLE

1. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going;
O sweet and far, from cliff and scar,
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!

"Bugle Song."

TENNYSON.

2. Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth: for the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.

3. O sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day is done, The voice that now is speaking, may be beyond the sun. Forever and forever,—all in a blessed home,—

And there to wait a little while, till you and Effie come.

To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast,—

And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. "The May Queen." TENNYSON.

MODERATE

1. Now, a living force that brings to itself all the resources of imagination, all the inspirations of feeling, all that is influential in body, in voice, in eye, in gesture, in posture, in the whole animated man, is in strict analogy with the divine thought and the divine arrangement; and there is no misconstruction more utterly untrue and fatal than this: that oratory is an artificial thing, which deals with baubles and trifles, for the sake of making bubbles of pleasure for transient effect on mercurial audiences. So far from that, it is the consecration of the whole man to the noblest purposes to which one can address himself-the education and inspiration of his fellow men by all that there is in learning, by all that there is in thought, by all that there is in feeling, by all that there is in all of them, sent home through the channels of taste and beauty. And so regarded, oratory should take its place among the highest departments of education.

BEECHER.

2. Once or twice in a lifetime we are permitted to enjoy the charm of noble manners, in the presence of a man or woman who have no bar in their nature, but whose character emanates freely in their word and gesture. A beautiful form is better than a beautiful face; a beautiful behavior is better than a beautiful form: it gives a higher pleasure than statues or pictures, it is the finest of the fine arts. A man is but a little thing in the midst of the objects of nature, yet, by the moral quality radiating from his countenance, he may abolish all considerations of magnitude, and in his manners equal the majesty of the world. I have seen an individual, whose manners, tho wholly within the conventions of elegant society, were never learned there, but were original and commanding, and held out protection and prosperity; one who did not need the aid of a court-suit, but carried the holiday in his eye; who exhilarated the fancy by flinging wide the doors of new modes of existence; who shook off the captivity of etiquette, with happy spirited bearing, good-natured and free as Robin Hood; yet with the port of an emperor, if need be, calm, serious, and fit to stand the gaze of millions.

"Manners."

EMERSON.

3. Is there not an amusement, having an affinity with the drama, which might be usefully introduced among us? I mean, Recitation.

A work of genius, recited by a man of fine taste, enthusiasm, and powers of elocution, is a very pure and high gratification. Were this art cultivated and encouraged, great numbers, now insensible to the most beautiful compositions, might be waked up to their excellence and power.

It is not easy to conceive of a more effectual way of spreading a refined taste through a community. The drama undoubtedly appeals more strongly to the passions than recitation; but the latter brings out the meaning of the author more. Shakespeare, worthily recited, would be better understood than on the stage. Recitation, sufficiently varied, so as to include pieces of chaste wit, as well as of pathos, beauty, and sublimity, is adapted to our present intellectual progress. CHANNING.

LOUD

1. Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again! I hold to you the hands you first beheld,

To show they are still free. Methinks I hear

A spirit in your echoes answer me,

And bid your tenant welcome to his home
Again! O sacred forms, how proud you look!
How high you lift your heads into the sky!
How huge you are! how mighty and how free!
Ye are the things that tower, that shine,-whose smile
Makes glad, whose frown is terrible, whose forms,
Robed or unrobed, dɔ all the impress wear

Of awe divine. Ye guards of liberty,
I'm with you once again! I call to you

With all my voice! I hold my hands to you,
To show they still are free. I rush to you,

As tho I could embrace you.

"Tell on His Native Hills.”

J. S. KNOWLES.