2. King Henry. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once

more;

Or close the wall up with our English dead!

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man

As modest stillness and humility:

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favor'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;

Let it pry through the portage of the head,
Like the brass cannon
Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide;
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To his full height!—On, on, ye noblest English,
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers, that, like so many Alexanders,

Have in these parts from morn till even fought,
And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge,
Cry-God for Harry! England! and Saint George!
"Henry V."

SHAKESPEARE.

3. Our fathers raised their flag against a power to which, for purposes of foreign conquest and subjugation, Rome, in the height of her glory, is not to be compared,-a power which has dotted the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts; whose morning drumbeat, following the sun in its course and keeping pace with the hours, circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the martial airs of England. WEBSTER.

VERY LOUD

1. From every hill, by every sea,

In shouts proclaim the great decree,

"All chains are burst, all men are free!"
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!

2. "Victoria!" sounds the trumpet,
"Victoria!" all around;
"Victoria!" like loud thunder
It runs along the ground.

3. "Forward, the light brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

"The Charge of the Light Brigade."

TENNYSON.

CHAPTER VI

MODULATION (Continued)

STRESS

Force applied to syllables or words is called Stress, and may be Initial, Median, Terminal, Compound, Thorough or Intermittent.

INITIAL

1. Go ring the bells and fire the guns,
And fling the starry banners out;

Shout "Freedom!" till your lisping ones
Give back their cradle shout.

2. But it can not, shall not be; this great woe to our beloved country, this catastrophe for the cause of national freedom, this grievous calamity for the whole civilized world,-it can not be, it shall not be. No, by the glorious Nineteenth of April, 1775; no, by the precious blood of Bunker Hill, of Princeton, of Saratoga, of King's Mountain, of Yorktown; no, by the dear immortal memory of Washington, that sorrow and shame shall never be. EVERETT.

3. "Now upon the rebels, charge!" shouts the red-coat officer. They spring forward at the same bound. Look! their bayonets almost touch the muzzles of their rifles. At this moment the voice of the unknown rider was heard: "Now let them have it! Fire!" CHARLES SHEPPARD.

4. Sink or swim, live or die, survive or perish, I give my hand and my heart to this vote! Sir, before God I believe the hour is come. My judgment approves this measure, and my whole heart is in it. All that I have, and all that I am, and all that I hope in this life, I am now ready to stake upon it; and I leave off as I began, that, live or die, survive or perish, I am for the declaration. It is my living sentiment, and, by the blessing of God, it shall be my dying sentiment:-Independence now, and Independence forever. WEBSTER.

MEDIAN

1. How beautiful this night! The balmiest sigh,
That vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear
Were discord to the speaking quietude,

That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault,
Studded with stars unutterably bright,

Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,
Seems like a canopy which love has spread

To curtain her sleeping world. ·

"Queen Mab."

2. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves

SHELLEY.

To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,

Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,

Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
"Thanatopsis."

BRYANT.

3. And you, ye storms, howl out his greatness! Let your thunders roll like drums in the march of the God of armies! Let your lightnings write his name in fire on the midnight darkness; let the illimitable void of space become one mouth for song; and let the unnavigated ether, through its shoreless depths, bear

through the infinite remote the name of him whose goodness endureth forever!

SPURGEON.

Hath reared these venerable columns; Thou
Didst weave this verdant roof.

Thou didst look down

Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose

All these fair ranks of trees. They in Thy sun
Budded, and shook their green leaves in Thy breeze,
And shot toward heaven.

"God's First Temples."

BRYANT.

TERMINAL

1. But here I stand and scoff you! here I fling
Hatred and full defiance in your face!
Your Consul's merciful;-for this all thanks.
He dares not touch a hair of Catiline!

"Catiline's Defiance."

GEORGE CROLY.

2. It is often said that time is wanted for the duties of religion. The calls of business, the press of occupation, the cares of life, will not suffer me, says one, to give that time to the duties of piety which otherwise I would gladly bestow. Say you this without a blush? You have no time, then, for the special service of that great Being whose goodness alone has drawn out to its present length your cobweb thread of life, whose care alone has continued you in possession of that unseen property which you call your time. BUCKINGHAM.

3. You've set me talking, sir; I'm sorry;

It makes me wild to think of the change!
What do you care for a beggar's story?
Is it amusing? You find it strange?

I had a mother so proud of me!

'Twas well she died before-Do you know If the happy spirits in heaven can see

The ruin and wretchedness here below?

"The Vagabonds."

TROWBRIDGE.