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3. The time must come, when its gilded vaults, which now spring so loftily, shall lie in rubbish beneath the feet; when, instead of the sound of melody and praise, the wind shall whistle through the broken arches, and the owl hoot from the shattered tower; when the gairish sunbeam shall break into these gloomy mansions of death, and the ivy twine around the fallen columns, and the foxglove hang its blossoms about the nameless urn, as if in mockery of the dead. Thus man passes away: his name perishes from record and from recollection: his history is a tale that is told; and his very monument becomes a ruin.


Grandeur and Sublimity.

4. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form

Glasses itself in tempests; in all time,
Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm,—v

Icing the pole, or, in the torrid clime,

Dark heaving, —boundless, endless, and sublime ! —.
The image of Eternity! — the throne

Of the Invisible ! — even from out thy slime,
The monsters of the deep are made! each zone
Obeys thee: thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.


5. Eternal Hope! when yonder spheres sublime
Pealed their first-notes to sound the march of Time,
Thy joyous youth began, — but not to fade.
When all the sister planets have decayed;
When, wrapt in fire, the realms of ether glow,

And Heaven's last thunder shakes the world below, —
Thou, undismayed, shalt o'er the ruins smile,
And light thy torch at nature's funeral pile ! •


6. Like the baseless fabric of this vision, • The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve, —
And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.


7. The stars shall fade away, — the sun himself
Grow dim with age, — and nature sink in years;
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the war of elements,
The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds!


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[The language of scorn, hatred, contempt mingled with defiance, or oi threatened revenge, when deliberate^ requires a deep and guttural voice, rather slow movement, forcible utterance, and very emphatic significancy of expression. But, when violent, it is loud and rapid in its utterance. The falling inflection prevails in the expression of these emotions. But, if irony or sarcasm is introduced, the circumflex is employed.]

Scorn and Contempt .

1. Sir, I have no fear of any mischief that they can do us. Afraid of them! What! sir, shall we who have laid the proud British lion* at our feet, now be afraid of his whelps?^

Patricb Henry.

* British Lion, the power of the English Government.

\ Whelps, (here mean) American colonists who fled to England during the Revilutlonary war, and afterwards wished to return.

2. David. Behold thy foe!

3. Goliah. I see him not.

4. David. Behold him here!

5. Goliah. Say, where?

Direct my sight. I do not war with boys.

6. David. I stand prepared; thy single arm to mine.

7. Goliah. Why, this is mockery, minion! it may chance To cost thee dear. Sport not with things above thee;

But tell me, who, of all this numerous host,
Expects his death from me? Which is the man
Whom Israel sends to meet my bold defiance?

8. David. The election of my sovereign falls on me.

9. Goliah. On thee! on thee! by Dagon, 't is too much! Thou curled minion! thou a nation's champion 1

'T would move my mirth at any other time;

But trifling's out of tune. Begone, light boy!

And tempt me not too far ! *

* Hannah Mobe.

Bitter Sarcasm and Revenge.

10. 0 Rome! Rome! f thou hast been a tender nurse to me! Ay, thou hast given to that poor, gentle, timid shepherdlad, who never knew a harsher tone than a flute-note, muscles of iron, and a heart of flint; taught him to drive the eword through plaited mail and links of rugged brass, and warm it in the marrow of his foe. And he shall pay thee back, until the yellow Tiber is red as frothing wine; and, in its deepest ooze, thy life-blood lies curdled!


Scorn, Hatred, Defiance, and Revenge.

11. Banished from Rome! What's banished, but set free
From daily contact of the things I loathe?
"Tried and convicted traitor!" Who says this?

'See chapter xvii. of the First Book of Samuel,
t Uomu, see note, page 90.

Who 'll prove it, at his peril, on my head?
Banished! I thank you for't. It breaks my chain!
I held some slack allegiance till this hour;
But now my sword's my 'own. Smile on, my Lords!
I scorn to count what feelings, withered hopes,
Strong provocations, bitter, burning wrongs,
I have within my heart's hot cells shut up,
To leave you in your lazy dignities.

12. But here I stand and scoff you: here J fling
Hatred and full defiance in your face!
Your consul's merciful. For this, all thanks.
He dares not touch a hair of Catiline! *

"Traitor!" I go; but, I return. This — trial!

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. .

13. »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 household gods.
Shapes hot from Tartarus !f — all shames and crimes: —
Wan Treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn;
Suspicion, poisoning his brother's cup;

Naked Rebellion, with the torch and ax,
Making wild sport of your blazing thrones;
Till Anarchy comes down on you like Night,
And Massacre seals Rome's eternal grave;


* Cat'i-lins [Lucius Sergius], a Roman of high rank, and the leading conspirator against Cicero, for the purpose of securing the Consulship of Rome, in the year 65 B. G Cicero charged him with conspiracy before the Roman Senate; and, after his trial and conviction, and after the decree of banishment was read to him, Catiline made bis reply in language similar to this extract from Mr. Croly's tragedy, and then rushed from the senate-chamber, and escaped. He was killed in battle in the year 62 R. C

t See note, page 133.

Lesson' Xciv.y

1. Diz'zi-ness, a whirling in the head. 8. Ap-palls', frightens ; terriaes.

3. Hob'ri-blb, dreadful; awful. 10. Im-moe'tal, deathless ; eternal.

7. Con-pounds', perplexes ; confuses. \o. Siutd'der-eth, feareth.

Articulate distinctly ft in swift, st in fast, rth four(A, nth in seventh, th in eighth, nds in confounds, rms in alarms.


[The language of extreme bodily pain, unsnppressed fear, alarm, and terror, is loud, high, vehement, and rapid in utterance, varying, however, according to the intensity of the excitement. The falling inflection prevails in the expression of these emotions. But the language of suspicion, apprehension-, and suppressed fear, usually requires a suppressed voice, or an aspirated under-tone, combined with the tremor, or intermittent stress.]

Pain and Alarm.

1. Vain — vain! — my brain is turning

With a swift dizziness; and my heart grows sick;
And these hot temple-throbs come fast and thick;

And I am freezing — burning —
Dying! Oh! if I might only live!


Unsuppressed Fear and Terror.

2. 0, hark! what mean those yells and cries?

His chain some furious madman breaks!
He comes! I see his glaring eyes!

Now, now, my dungeon grate he shakes!
Help! help!


3. Thou art too like the spirit of Banquo; * down! Thy crown does sear mine eyeballs; and thy hair, Thy other gold-bound brow, is like the first;—

* Ban'quo, a general of the king of Scotland's army, and progenitor of the royai kouse of Stuart. He was murdered by Macbeth, a usurper of the Scottish crowu, about the year 1046.

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