7. Oh, save me, Hubert, save me!

For Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound.
Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away,
And I will sit as quiet as a lamb.

Oh, spare mine eyes,

Tho to no use but still to look upon you.

"King John."

SHAKESPEARE.

8. If you have wit (which I am not sure that I wish you, unless you have at the same time at least an equal portion of judgment to keep it in good order), wear it like your sword, in the scabbard, and do not brandish it to the terror of the whole company. CHESTERFIELD.

9. Touch.-How old are you, friend?

Will.-Five and twenty, sir.

Touch.-A ripe age. Is thy name William?

Will.-William, sir.

Touch.-A fair name. Wast born i' the forest here?

Will.-Ay, sir, I thank God.

Touch.-Thank God! a good answer. Art rich?

Will.-Faith, sir, so so.

Touch. So so is good, very good,-very excellent good: and yet it is not; it is but so so.

SHAKESPEARE.

10. And now, as I close my task, subduing my desire to linger yet, these faces fade away. But one face, shining on me like a heavenly light, by which I see all other objects, is above them and beyond them all. And that remains. I turn my head and see it in its beautiful serenity beside me. My lamp burns low, and I have written far into the night; but the dear presence without which I were nothing bears me company. Agnes, O my soul, so may thy face be by me when I close my life indeed; so may I, when realities are melting from me, like the shadows which I now dismiss, still find thee near me, pointing upward!

"David Copperfield."

DICKENS.

FALLING INFLECTION

1. Sir, I know the uncertainty of human affairs, but I see, I see clearly, through this day's business. You and I indeed may rue it. We may not live to the time when this Declaration shall be made good. We may die; die colonists; die slaves; die, it may be, ignominiously and on the scaffold. Be it so. Be it so. If it be the pleasure of Heaven that my country shall require the poor offering of my life, the victim shall be ready at the appointed hour of sacrifice, come when that hour may. But while I do live, let me have a country, or at least the hope of a country, and that a free country. DANIEL WEBSTER.

2. The charge is utterly, totally and meanly false! "Invective against Corry."

GRATTAN.

3. How far, O Catiline! wilt thou abuse our patience? How long shalt thou baffle justice in thy mad career? To what extreme wilt thou carry thy audacity? Art thou nothing daunted by the nightly watch posted to secure the Palatium? Nothing, by the city guards? Nothing, by the rally of all good citizens? Nothing, by the assembling of the Senate in this fortified place? Nothing, by the averted looks of all here present? CICERO.

CIRCUMFLEX

1. O Rome! Rome! thou hast been a tender nurse to me. Ay! thou hast given to that poor, gentle, timid shepherd-lad, who never knew a harsher tone than a flute-note, muscles of iron and a heart of flint; taught him to drive the sword through plaited mail and links of rugged brass, and warm it in the marrow of his foe:to gaze into the glaring eye-balls of the fierce Numidian lion even as a boy upon a laughing girl!

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 to accuse other people of laziness.

for you,

I say,

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 gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.

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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.