"T is the divinity that stirs within us;

"T is heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.—Addison.

To die, to sleep,

No more ;—and, by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,—'t is a consummation

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Devoutly to be wished. To die ;—to sleep ;

To sleep! perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
Must give us pause!-Shakespeare.

As Cæsar loved me, I weep for him;

As he was fortunate, I rejoice at it;
As he was valiant, I honor him;

But, as he was ambitious, I slew him.

-Shakespeare.

Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me night and day!
For what are men better than sheep or goats
That nourish a blind life within the brain,

If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer

Both for themselves and those who call them friends?

For so the whole round earth is every way

Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.-Tennyson.

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the

floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted-NEVERMORE!-Poe.

O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Thy name in all the earth, who hast set Thy glory above the heavens. When I consider Thy heavens, the work of Thy fingers; the moon and the stars, which Thou hast ordained; what is man that Thou art mindful of him?

and the son of man, that Thou visitest him? For Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of Thy hands: Thou hast put all things under his feet. O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Thy name in all the earth.—Bible.

Hear the tolling of the bells—

Iron bells!

What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!

In the silence of the night

How we shiver with affright

At the melancholy menace of their tone.

For every sound that floats

From the rust within their throats

Is a groan.-Poe.

To make men patriots, to make men Christians, to make men the sons of God, let all the doors of heaven be opened, and let God drop down charmed gifts-winged imaginations, all-perceiving reason, and all-judging reason. Whatever there is that can make men wiser and better-let it descend upon the head of him who has consecrated himself to the work of mankind, and who has made himself an orator for man's sake and for God's sake.

O lonely tomb in Moab's land!

O dark Beth-peor's hill!

-H. W. Beecher.

Speak to these curious hearts of ours,

And teach them to be still.

God hath His mysteries of grace,

Ways that we cannot tell;

He hides them deep, like the secret sleep

Of him He loved so well.--C. F. Alexander.

O Death! where is thy sting?

O Grave! where is thy victory?—Bible.

Short Quantity.

He conquers the current, he gains on the sea,

Ho, where is the swimmer like Charlie Machree?
-William J. Hoppin.

Not a word, not a wail from a lip was let fall,
Not a kiss from my bride, not a look or low call
Of love-note or courage, but on o'er the plain
So steady and still, leaning low to the mane,

Rode we on, rode we three, rode we nose and grey nose,
Reaching long, breathing loud, like a creviced wind blows;
Yet we broke not a whisper, we breathed not a prayer,
There was work to be done, there was death in the air.
-Joaquin Miller.

"Hold, there!' the other quick replies:
"Tis green: I saw it with these eyes,
As late with open mouth it lay,
And warmed it in the sunny ray.
Stretched at its ease, the beast I viewed,
And saw it eat the air for food.'
'I've seen it, sir, as well as you,
And must again affirm it blue.
At leisure I the beast surveyed,
Extended in the cooling shade.'

"Tis green, 't is green, sir, I assure ye!'
'Green!' cries the other in a fury:

'Why, sir! d'ye think I've lost my eyes?'
"'T were no great loss,' the friend replies;
'For, if they always serve you thus,

You'll find them of but little use.""

"Stay there, or I'll proclaim you to the house and the whole street! If you try to evade me, I'll stop you, if it's by the hair,

and raise the very stones against you."

"Hark to the bugle's roundelay!

Boot and saddle! Up and away!

Mount and ride as ye ne'er rode before;
Spur till horses' flanks run gore:

your

Ride for the sake of human lives;

Ride as ye would for your sisters and wives

Cowering under their scalping knives.

Boot and saddle! Away, away!"

If ever you saw an old horse spring upward into a new,

If ever you saw a driver whose traps behind him flew,

"T was that old horse a racing and a running along the track,
And that respectable milkman a-trying to hold him back!
Away he dashed like a cyclone for the head of No. 3,
Gained the lead and kept it, and steered the journey free,
Dodging the wheels and horses, and still on the keenest silk,
And a furnishing all that deestrick with good respectable milk!
-Carleton.

Like adder darting from his coil,

Like wolf that dashes through the toil,
Like mountain cat who guards her young,
Full at Fitz-James's throat he sprung.—Scott.

"The war that for a space did fail,

Now trebly thundering, swell'd the gale,
And, Stanley! was the cry;

A light on Marmion's vision spread,
And fired his glazing eye.

With dying hand above his head,

He shook the fragment of his blade,
And shouted Victory!"

A hurry of hoofs in a village street,

A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,

And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;

That was all!-Longfellow.

A cannon which breaks its moorings becomes abruptly some indescribable, supernatural beast. It is a machine which transforms itself into a monster. This mass runs on its wheels, like billiard-balls, inclines with the rolling, plunges with the pitching, goes, comes, stops, seems to meditate, resumes its course, shoots from one end of the ship to the other like an arrow, whirls, steals away, evades, prances, strikes, breaks, kills, exterminates.

-Victor Hugo.

QUALITY.

Different qualities of voice are associated with different emotions. There are twelve qualities of voice,-the Pure, Orotund, Aspirate, Guttural, Pectoral, Trembling, Prolongation, Falsetto, Staccato, Imitative, Sonorous, and Sostenuto.

Pure Quality.

The Pure Quality is used in common conversation, simple narration, and description. The face should be ani

mated and pleasant. Gestures supine.

Examples of Common Conversation.

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.

Once came to our fields a pair of birds that had never built a nest nor seen a winter. Oh, how beautiful was everything! The fields were full of flowers, and the grass was growing tall, and the bees were humming everywhere.-Henry Ward Beecher.

Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them they are not worth the search.-Shakespeare.

Pol. My lord, the queen would speak with you, and presently. Ham. Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?