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There are two kinds of Chests,—Active and Passive.

Active Chest.

The Active Position of the chest represents intensity of

thought and feeling.

Passive Chest.

The Passive Position of the chest is that in which there

is absence of passion.


Elocution is the correct expression of thought by Speech

and Gesture. The elements in the expression of every emotion are

Ritch, Quantity, Quality, Movement, and Inflection.


The voice should always follow the conceptive location

of the object,—Moral and Physical.


Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.—Macbeth.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate,
All but the page prescribed, their present state.
Oh blindness to the future! kindly given,
That each may fill the circle marked by Heaven:
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,

Atoms or systems into ruin hurled,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Hope humbly, then ; with trembling pinions soar;
Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore.
What future bliss, he gives not thee to know,
But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast ;
Man never is, but always to be blest.—Pope.

“ Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream ?”

“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.
The soul that rises with us, our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar.
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come

From God, who is our home.”

“Oh, joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live,
That nature yet remembers
What was so fugitive!”

The thought of our past years doth breed
Perpetual benediction : not, indeed,
For that which is most worthy to be blest,
Delight and liberty, the simple creed
Of childhood, whether busy or at rest,
With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.

Not for these I raise

of thanks and praise ;
But for those obstinate questionings
Of sense and outward things,
Fallings from us, vanishings;
Blank misgivings of a creature
Moving about in worlds not realized ;

High instincts before which our moral nature
Did tumble like a guilty thing surprised !

But for those first affections,

Those shadowy recollections,
Which, be they what they may,
Are yet the fountain light of all our day,–

Truths that awake to perish never.
Hence, in a season of calm weather,

Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea

Which brought us hither.— Wordsworth.

A gay, serene spirit is the source of all that is noble and good. Whatever is accomplished of the greatest and noblest sort flows from such a disposition. Petty, gloomy souls, that only mourn the past and dread the future, are not capable of seizing upon the holiest moments of life, of enjoying and making use of them as they should.–Frederick von Schiller.

“ No day is commonplace, if we had only eyes to see its splendor.”

Hearts, like apples, are hard and sour,
Till crushed by pain's resistless power;
And yield their juices rich and bland
To none but sorrow's heavy hand.
The purest streams of human love

Flow naturally never,
But gush by pressure from above,

With God's hand on the lever.
The first are turbidest and meanest;
The last are sweetest and sereneşt.-Aldrich.

There is a thought higher than mortal thought;
There is a love warmer than mortal love;
There is a life, which taketh not its hues
From earth or earthly things, and so grows pure,
And higher than the petty cares of men,
And is a blessed life, and sanctified.—Morris.

To be at work, to do things for the world, to turn the currents of the things about us at our will, to make our existence a positive element, even though it be no bigger than a grain of sand, in this great system where we live,—that is a new joy of which the idle man knows no more than the mole knows of the sunshine or the serpent of the eagle's triumphant flight into the upper air. The man who knows indeed what it is to act, to work, cries out, “This, this alone is to live!"- Phillips Brooks.

Every day is a fresh beginning;

Every morn is the world made new;
You who are weary of sorrow and sinning,

Here is a beautiful hope for you-
A hope for me, and a hope for you.

Every day is a fresh beginning:

Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain,
And, spite of old sorrow and older sinning,

And puzzles fofecasted and possible pain,
Take heart with the day, and begin again!

--Susan Coolidge.

“ Rouse thee up! Oh, waste not life in fond delusions! Be a soldier! Be a hero! Be a man


The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath ; it is twice bless'd;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes ;
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The thronèd monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptered sway,-
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself. Shakespeare.


Tis wisdom's law, the perfect code,

By love inspired;
Of him on whom much is bestowed,

Is much required ;
The tuneful throat is bid to sing,
The oak must reign the forest's king.

The rushing stream the wheel must move,

The tempered steel its strength must prove,
"T is given with the eagle's eyes
To face the midday skies.


If I am weak and you are strong,

Why then, why then you

the braver deeds belong!

And so, again,

have gifts and I have none,
If I have shade and you have sun,

'Tis yours with freer hand to give,

with truer grace to live,
Than I, who giftless, sunless, stand
With barren life and hand.—Carlotta Perry.


Words should be spoken quickly, with pauses between of

greater or less length according to the levity or gravity

of the emotion. Quantity may be long or short. Words of dignity and strength require Long Quantity. Words of impatience, stubbornness, and sudden action

require Short Quantity.


It must be so: Plato, thou reasonest well!
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality ?

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