"That fires not, wins not, weeps not now." "Look to your hearths, my lords, For there, henceforth, shall sit, for household gods, Naked Rebellion, with the torch and axe, In helpless, hopeless brokenness of heart. "Down cloudy pathways walks the coming night, "Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!" -Byron. "Me miserable, which way shall I fly? O blessed sleep! In which, exempt from our Tired selves, and all the Shams o'er which we weep, Toward our native nothingness We sink ten thousand fathoms deep. -J. G. Holland. The light of genius is sometimes so resplendent as to make a man walk through life amid glory and acclamation: but it burns very dimly and low when carried into "the valley of the shadow of death." -Mountford. "Around each pure domestic shrine Bright flowers of Eden bloom and twine; Our hearts are altars all: The prayers of hungry souls and poor, Our unseen foes appall." PERSONATION. Personation is the representation of the words, manner, and action of one person, or of many individuals. This power is capable of producing an effect nearly equal to scenic representation. Examples. Ham. Now, mother; what's the matter? Queen. Hamlet, thou hast thy father much offended. Queen. Why, how now, Hamlet? Ham. What's the matter now? No, by the rood, not so: Queen. Have you forgot me? Ham. You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife ; And,-would it were not so!-you are my mother. Queen. Nay, then, I'll send those to you that can speak. Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge: You go not, till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. -Shakespeare. The train from out the castle drew, To each one whom he lists, howe'er My castles are my king's alone, And "This to me!" he said; "An 't were not for thy hoary beard, On the Earl's cheek the flush of rage O'ercame the ashen hue of age. Fierce he broke forth,-" And dar'st thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall? And hop'st thou hence unscathed to go? No, by Saint Bryde of Bothwell, no! Up drawbridge, grooms! What, warder, ho! Let the portcullis fall!" -Scott. "And how's my boy, Betty?" asked Mrs. Boffin, sitting down beside her. "He's bad; he's bad!" said Betty. "I begin to be afeerd he'll not be yours any more than mine. All others belonging to him have gone to the Power and the Glory; and I have a mind that they're drawing him to them, leading him away." "No, no, no!" said Mrs. Boffin. "I don't know why else he clinches his little hand, as if he had hold of a finger that I can't see; look at it!" said Betty, opening the wrappers in which the flushed child lay, and showing his small right hand lying closed upon his breast. "It's always so. It do n't mind me." -Dickens. Hel. You study it. You call your cousin sweet, And treat her as you would a crab. As sour 'T would seem you think her, so you covet her! Else would you better know their ways, nor read "Men. You blame Marcius for being proud? Brutus. We do it not alone, sir. Men. I know you can do very little alone; for your helps are many; or else your actions would grow wondrous single: your abilites are too infant-like for doing much alone. You talk of pride: O that you could turn your eyes towards the napes of your necks, and make but an interior survey of your good selves!" 6 HIGHEST PHYSICAL CULTURE.-ORATORY. When the Mental and the Vital are fully developed, the Moral predominates. The Art of Oratory is expressing mental thought by means of physicial organs, and may be divided into three parts, Vital, Mental, and Moral. The Vital is the sensitive, and sustains; the soul turns back upon itself, and the organism obeys this movement. Head elevated, eyes wide open, brows level. Examples of the Vital. "Thoughts—what are they? They are my constant friends, Who, when harsh fate its dull brow bends, And in the depth of midnight force a day." "Now is the winter of my Made glorious summer." discontent “I am monarch of all I survey, My rights there is none to dispute; "O solitude! where are the charms "Young men and women! there is no picture of ideal excellence of manhood and womanhood that I ever draw, that seems too high, too beautiful, for your young hearts. What aspirations there are for the good, the true, the fair, and the holy! The instinctive affections,-how beautiful they are, with all their purple prophecy of new homes and generations of immortals that are yet to be! The high instincts of reason, of conscience, of love, of religion,-how beautiful and grand they are in the young heart!" |