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3. Huntsman', rest'! thy chase is done';

While our slumb’rous spells assail ye,
Dream not with the rising sun',

Bugles here shall sound * reveille'.
Sleep" the deer is in his den';

Sleep'! thy hounds are by thee lying';
Sleep'! nor dream in yonder glen',

How thy gallant steed lay dying!!
Huntsman'! rest'! thy chase is done';
Think not of the rising sun',
For at dawning to assail ye,
Here no bugle sounds reveille.

SCOTT.

LESSON XXXV.

JEPHTHAH'S DAUGHTER. 1. She stood before her father's gorgeous tent,

To listen for his coming. 2.

I have thought,
A brother's and a sister's

love was much.
I know a brother's' is, for I have loved
A trusting sister'; and I know how broke
The heart

may

be with its own tenderness.
But the affection of a delicate child
For a fond father', gushing as it does
With the sweet springs of life, and living on
Through all earth's changes,
Must be holier!

3.

The wind bore on
The leaden tramp of thousands. Clarion notes
Rang sharply on the ear at intervals';
And

the low, mingled din of mighty hosts, Returning from the battle, poured from far,

Like the deep murmur of a restless sea. 4. Jepthah led his warriors on

Through Mizpeh’s streets.. His helm was proudly set',
And his stern lip curled slightly', as if praise
Were for the hero's scórn. His step was firm,
But free as India's leopard; and his mail,
Whose shekels none in Israel might bear',
Was lighter than a tassel on his frame.
His crest was Judah’s kingliest', and the look
Of his dark, lofty eye
Might quell a lion. He led on'; but thoughts
Seemed gathering round which troubled him. The veins
Upon his forehead were distinctly seen ;
And his proud lip was painfully compressed.
He trod less firmly'; and his restless eye
Glanced forward frequently, as if some ill
He dared not meet, were there. His home was near,
And men were thronging, with that strange delight
They have in human passions, to observe
The struggle of his feelings with his pride.

* Pronounced re-ocl-ya.

He gazed intensely forward. 5.

A moment more',
And he had reached his home; when lo! there sprang
One with a bounding footstep', and a brow
Like light, to meet him. Oh how beautiful
Her dark eye flashing like a sun-lit gem',
And her luxuriant hair', 't was like the sweep
Of a swift wing in visions. He stood still',
As if the sight had withered him. She threw
Her arms about his neck; he heeded not.
She called him “Father," but he answered not.
She stood and gazed upon him. Was he wroth'?
There was no anger' in that blood-shot eye.
Had sickness' seized him? She unclasped his helm,
And laid her white hand gently on his brow.
The touch aroused him. He raised up his hands,
And spoke the name of God in agony.
She knew that he was stricken then, and rushed
Again into his arms, and with a flood
of tears she could not stay, she sobbed a prayer
That he would tell her of his wretchedness.
He told her, and a momentary flush
Shot o'er her countenance: and then', the soul
Of Jephthah's daughter wakened', and she stood
Calmly and nobly up, and said, “ Tis well";

And I will die!"
6. And when the sun had sēt,
Then she was dēad — but not by violence.

WILLIS,

a

LESSON XXXVI.A

TREASURES OF THE DEEP.

1. What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells,

Thou hollow-sounding and mysterious main'? Pale glistening pearls, and rainbow-colored shells,

Bright things, which gleam unrecked of and in vain. Keep', keep thy riches, melancholy sea !

We ask not sắch from thee'. 2. Yet more, thy depths have more! —What wealth untold,

Far down, and shining through their stillness, lies?

Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold,

Won from ten thousand royal argosies.
Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main'!

Earth claims not thêse again! 3. Yet more, thy depths have more! Thy waves have rolled

Above the cities of a world gone by.
Sand hath filled up the palaces of old,

Sea-weed o'ergrown the halls of revelry:
Dash o'er them, ocean, in thy scornful play!

Man yields thêm to decay. 4. Yet more'! thy billows and thy depths have more !

High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast !
They hear not now the booming waters roar,

The battle-thunders will not break their rest.
Keep thy red gold and gêms, thou stormy grave'!

Give back the true and brave. 5. Give back the lost and lovely! Those, for whom

The place was kept at board and hearth so long,
The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom,

And the vain yearning woke 'mid festal song!
Hold fast thy buried isles', thy towers o'erthrown',

But all is not thine own!

MRS. HEMANS.

EXERCISES FOR THE CULTIVATION OF THE VOICE. Those parts to be read in a low tone are marked (2), and those requiring a high tone are marked (h). This lesson also illustrates the manner in which simile should be read in poetry.

LESSON XXXVII. y

HECTOR'S ATTACK ON THE GRECIAN WALLS,
1. THEN god-like Hector and his troops contend

To force the ramparts and the gates to rend;
Nor Troy could conquer, nor the Greeks would yield,
Till great Sarpedon tower'd amid the field.
In arms he shines, conspicuous from afar,
And bears aloft his ample shield in air,
And while two pointed javelins arm his hands,

Majestic moves along, and leads his Lycian bands.
2. (1) So, pressed with hunger, from the mountain brow

Descends a lion on the flocks below;
So, stalks the lordly savage o'er the plain,
In sullen majesty and stern disdain.
In vain loud mastiffs bay him from afar,
And shepherds gall him with an iron war;
Regardless, furious, he pursues his way,
He foams', he roars', he rends the panting prey.

3. Unmoved, the embodied Greeks their fury dare,

And fixed, support the weight of all the war';
Nor could the Greeks repel the Lycian powers',

Nor the bold Lycians force the Grecian towers! 4. (1) As, on the confines of adjoining grounds,

Two stubborn swains' with blows dispute their bounds;
They tug', they sweat'; but neither gain nor yield
One foot, one inch of the contested field :
Thus, obstinate to death, they fight', they fall\;
Nor these can keep', nor those can win' the wall.
Their manly breasts are pierced with many a wound,
Loud strokes are heard, and rattling arms resound;
The copious slaughter covers all the shore,

And the high ramparts drop with human gore. 5. (l) As when two scales are charged with doubtful loads,

From side to side the trembling balance nods,
(While some laborious matron, just and poor,
With nice exactness weighs her woolly store),
Till, poised aloft, the resting beam suspends
Each equal weight'; nor this', nor that descends.
So stood the war, till Hector's matchless might

With fates prevailing, turned the scale of fight. 6. (k) Fierce as a whirlwind up the walls he flies,

And fires his hosts with loud repeated cries :
Advance, ye Trojans'! lend your valiant hands',
Haste to the fileet', and toss the blazing brands!
They hear', they run'; and gathering at his call,
Raise scaling engines, and ascend the wall:
Around the works a wood of glittering spears

Shoots up, and all the rising host appears.
7. A ponderous stone bold Hector heaved to throw,

Pointed above', and rough and gross below:
Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,
Such men as live in these degenerate days.
Yet this', as easy as a swain could bear
The snowy fleece, he tossed, and shook in air:
Thus armed, before the folded gates he came,
Of massy substance, and stupendous frame;
With iron bars and brazen hinges strong,
On lofty beams of solid timber hung:
Then thundering through the planks with forceful sway,
Drives the sharp rock'; the solid beams give way';
The folds are shattered\; from the crackling door

Leap the resounding bars, the flying hinges roar. 8. Now rushing in, the furious chief appears,

Gloomy as night, and shakes two shining spears :
A dreadful gleam from his bright armor came,
And from his eyeballs flash'd the living flame.
He moves a god', resistless in his course,
And seems a match for more than mortal force.

Then pouring after, through the gaping space,
A tide of Trojans flows, and fill the place;
The Greeks behold', they tremble', and they fly';
The shore is heaped with death, and tumult rends the sky.

Pope's HOMER.

LESSON XXXVIII. 25

[This lesson is adapted to the cultivation of a low tone.]

BATTLE IN HEAVEN.

From me,

1. To whom, in brief, thus Abdiel stern replied:

Reign thou in hell, thy kingdom; let me serve,
In heaven, God ever blest, and his divine
Behests obey', worthiest to be obeyed ;
Yet chains in hell, not realms', expect': meanwhile,

rned, as erst thou saidst, from flight,)
This greeting on thy impious crest receive.
2. So saying, a noble stroke he lifted high,

Which hung not, but so swift with tempest fell
On the proud crest of Satan, that no sight,
Nor motion of swift thought, less could his shield,
Such ruin intercept. Ten paces huge
He back recoiled'; the tenth', on bended knee
His massy spear upstayed'; as if on earth
Winds under ground, or waters forcing way
Sidelong, had pushed a mountain from his seat,

Half sunk with all his pines. 3.

Now storming fury rose,
And clamor such as heard in heaven till now
Was never"; arms on armor clashing, bray'd
Horrible discord, and the maddening wheels
Of brazen chariots raged; dire was the noise
Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss
Of fiery darts in flaming volleys flew,
And flying, vaulted either host with fire.
So, under fiery cope together rushed
Both battles main, with ruinous assault
And inextinguishable rage. All heaven
Resounded'; and had earth been then, all earth
Had to her center shook. What wonder'? where
Millions of fierce encountering angels fought
On either side, the least of whom could wield
These elements, and arm him with the force

Of all their regions. 1.

Long time in even scale
The battle hung; till Satan, who that day

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