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joyment; and that even though the 'fountain were full of water,' the feverish lip is incapable of satiating its thirst. Alas! here too, we may see the examples of human folly : we may see around us everywhere the fatal effects of unrestrained pleasure ; – the young, sickening in the midst of every pure and genuine enjoyment; the mature hastening, with hopeless step, to fill up the hours of a vitiated being; and, what is still more wretched, the hoary head wandering in the way of folly, and, with an unhallowed dotage, returning again to the trifles and the amusements of childhood.”

Serious Style. “ If learned men are to be esteemed for the assistance they give to active minds in their schemes, they are not less to be valued for their endeavors to give them a right direction, and moderate their too great ardor. The study of history will teach the legislator by what means states have become powerful; and in the private citizen they will inculcate the love of liberty and order. The writings of sages point out a private path of virtue, and show that the best empire is self-government, and that subduing our passions is the noblest of conquests."

Animated," or Lively, Style. "The cheerful man is not only easy in his thoughts, but a perfect master of all the powers and faculties of the soul : his imagination is always clear, and his judgment undisturbed; his temper is even and unruffled, whether in action or solitude. He comes with a relish to all those goods which Nature has provided for him, tastes all the pleasures of the creation which are poured about him, and does not feel the full weight of those accidental evils which may befall him.

-A cheerful mind is not only disposed to be affable and obliging, but raises the same good humor in those who

come within its influence. A man finds himself pleased, he knows not why, with the cheerfulness of his companion : it is like a sudden sunshine, that awakens a secret delight in the mind, without her attending to it. The heart rejoices of its own accord, and naturally flows out into friendship and henevolence towards the person who has so kindly an effect upon it.

Gay," or brisk, style. “ Next to those whose elocution is absorbed in action, and who converse chiefly with their arms and legs, we may consider the professed speakers, -and, first, the emphatical, - who squeeze and


and ram down every syllable with excessive vehemence and energy. These orators are remarkable for their distinct elocution and force of expression: they dwell on the important particles of and the, and the significant conjunction and, - which they seem to hawk up, with much difficulty, out of their own throats, and

with no less pain, — into the ears of their auditors. — These should be suffered only to syringe, (as it were,) the ears of a deaf man, through a hearing trumpet; though I must confess that I am equally offended with the whisperers, or low speakers, who seem to fancy all their acquaintance deaf, and come up so close to you, that they may be said to measure noses with you. — I would have these oracular gentry obliged to talk at a distance, through a speaking trumpet, or apply their lips to the walls of a whispering gallery. - The wits, who will not condescend to utter anything but a bon mot, and the whistlers, or tunehummers, who never talk at all, may be joined very agreeably together in a concert; and to these ' tinkling cymbals' I would also add the 'sounding brass,' the bawler, who inquires after your health with the bellowing of a towncrier."

Humorous" Style. And what of this new book the whole world makes such

to cram,

a noise about ?” – “Oh! 't is out of all plumb, my lord,quite an irregular thing! — not one of the angles at the four corners was a right angle. I had my rule and compasses, my lord, in my pocket!” —“Excellent critic!”

And for the epic poem your lordship bid me look at upon taking the length, breadth, height, and depth of it, and trying them at home upon an exact scale of Bossu's — 't is out, my lord, in every one of its dimensions.".

“ Admirable connoisseur ! — And did you step in to take a look at the great picture, on your way back?“'Tis a melancholy daub, my lord ! — not one principle of the pyramid, in any one group! — and what a price ! — for there is nothing of the coloring of Titian, - the expression of Rubens, - the grace of Raphael, — the purity of Domenichino, – the corregiescity of Corregio, – the learning of Poussin, — the airs of Guido, - the taste of Caracci, – or the grand contour of Angelo!”

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“While the Union lasts, we have high, exciting, gratifying prospects spread out before us, for us and for our child

Beyond that I seek not to penetrate the veil. God grant that, in my day, at least, that curtain may not rise ! God grant that vision never may

be opened what lies behind! When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in the heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; - on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood! Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, and still ‘full high advanced,' — its arms and trophies streaming in their original lustre, - not a stripe erased or polluted, nor a single star obscured ; — bearing, for its motto, no such miserable interrogatory as, 'What is all this worth?' nor those other words of delusion and folly, 'Liberty first, and Union afterwards,' - but everywhere, spread all over, in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart, — Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable!!"

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(" Aspirated pectoral quality :” “Explosive orotund.'')

Anger and Threatening.

Catiline, [addressing the Senate.] “ Here I devote your senate! I've had wrongs, To stir a fever in the blood of age, Or make the infant's sinews strong as steel. This day's the birth of sorrows !- This hour's work Will breed proscriptions. — Look to your hearths, my lords; For there henceforth shall sit, for households gods, Shapes hot from Tartarus ! all shames and crimes; Wan Treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn; Suspicion, poisoning his brother's cup ; Naked Rebellion, with the torch and axe, Making his wild sport of your blazing thrones; Till Anarchy come down on you like Night, And Massacre seal Rome's eternal grave !

Scorn, Abhorrence, and Detestation.

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Helen Macgregor, (to the spy, Morris.] “I could have bid you live, had life been to you the same weary and wasting burden that it is to me, - that it is to every noble and generous mind. — But you wretch! you could creep through the world unaffected by its various dis graces, its ineffable miseries, its constantly accumulating

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masses of crime and sorrow; you could live and enjoy yourself, while the noble-minded are betrayed, while nameless and birthless villains tread on the neck of the brave and long-descended :— you could enjoy yourself, like a butcher's dog in the shambles, battening on garbage, while the slaughter of the brave went on around you ! This enjoyment you shall not live to partake of: you shall die, base dog! — and that before yon cloud has passed over the sun!


Indignant and Enthusiastic Address.

("Expulsive orotund.")

Rienzi, [to the people.] Rouse, ye Romans ! -Rouse, ye slaves ! Have


brave sons ? Look in the next fierce brawl
To see them die. Have ye fair daughters ? Look
To see them live, torn from your arms, distained,
Dishonored; and, if ye dare call for justice,
Be answered by the lash. Yet, this is Rome,
That sat on her seven hills, and from her throne
Of beauty ruled the world ! Yet, we are Romans.
Why, in that elder day, to be a Roman

as greater than a king ! And once again, -
Hear me, ye walls that echoed to the tread
Of either Brutus! Once again, I swear,
The eternal city shall be free! her sons
Shall walk with princes!”

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VI. Shouting
(“ Expulsive orotund : " intense force.)

Hark!— the bell, the bell !
The knell of tyranny, - the mighty voice
That to the city and the plain, to earth
And listening heaven, proclaims the glorious tale
Of Rome re-born, and freedom !”

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