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A third is like the former: —

Why do you show me this ? — A fourth ? — Start, eyes I
What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Another yet ? — A seventh ? — I 'll see no more : —
And yet the eighth, appears, who bears a glass,
Which shows me many more.
Horrible sight!

Shakspeake.

Terror.

4. Lost! lost! I know I'm surely lost!

To me no ray of hope can come: My fate is sealed: my doom is —

But give me rum. I will have rum. But, doctor, don't you see him there!

In that dark corner, low he sits: See! how he sports his fiery tongue,

And at me burning brimstone spits!

5. Go, chase him out. Look! here he comes!

Now on my bed he wants to stay.
He sha'n't be there. O God! O God! —

Go 'way! I say, — go 'way! go 'way!
Quick! chain me fast, and tie me down.

There — now he clasps me in his arms! Down — down the window! close it tight!

Say, don't you hear my wild alarms?

6. Fire! water! help! Come! haste ! — I H die I

Come take me from this burning bed!
The smoke — I'm choking — can not cry: —

There — now it's catching at my head!
But see! again that demon comes!

Look there! he peeps through yonder crack! Mark how his burning eyeballs flash!

How fierce he grins ! — what brought him back?

Allison.

Suspicion and suppressed Fear.

7. Alas! I am afraid they have awaked,

And't is not done. The attempt, and not the deed,
Confounds us. Hark !— I laid the daggers ready:
He could not miss them. — Had he not resembled
Mj father as he slept, I had done it.

8.

10.

Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appalls me?
Hark! more knocking?

Shabspeare.

Apprehension.
I feel

Of this dull sickness at my heart, afraid;

And, in my eyes, the death-sparks flash and fade j

And something seems to steal
Over my bosom, like a frozen hand,
Binding its pulses with an icy band.

And this is death! But why
Feel I this wild recoil? It can not be
The immortal spirit shuddereth to be free I

Would it not leap to fly
Like a chained eaglet at its parent's call?
I fear — I fear — that this poor life is all!

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Articulate properly a in canvass, cottage, and, inheritance, portal; u In const! tutional, columns; e in consciousness.

SELECTIONS IN PROSE AND POETRY.— Concluded.

[The language of affirmation, denial, reproof, authority, anger, and defiance, generally requires a strong, full, energetic voice, with strong emphasis, parie-1 movement, and foiling inflection.]

Strong Affirmation.

1. It is the ancient and constitutional right of this people, to canvass public measures, and the merits of public men. It is a home-bred right, — a fireside privilege. It has ever been enjoyed in every house, cottage, and cabin in the nation. It is as undoubted as the right of breathing the air and.walking on the earth.

2. This high constitutional privilege I shall defend and "exercise, within this House, and without this House, and in all places, — in time of war, in time of peace, and at all times. Living, I will assert it; dying, I will assert it; and, should I leave no other legacy to my children, by the blessing of God, I will leave them the inheritance of free principles, and the example of a manly, independent, and constitutional defense of them!

* Webster. Indignant Denial.

3. In their own bosoms my countrymen carry the high consciousness, that never was imputation more foully false, or more detestably calumnious! I repeat, Sir, with all the vehemence of indignant asseveration, the charge is false, — utterly false!

Shibu

Reproof.

4. Men of Altorf,* what fear ye?

Why stand you wondering there?
Why look you on a man that's like yourselves, -
And see him do the deeds yourselves might do,
And act them not? Or know you not yourselves,
That ye are men, — that ye have hearts and thoughts
To feel and think the deeds of men, and hands

* Al'torf, a town of Switzerland, near the southern extremity of the Lake ol Lucerne. It has a decorated tower, said to mark the place where Tell shot the apple off his son's head. This selection is the supposed language of Tell to the clUaeoa ui •Jtorf, when required to bow u> Gesler's cap.

To do them? You say your prayers, and make
Confession; yet you more do fear the thing
That kneels to God, than you fear God himself!

5. You hunt the chamois, and you've seen him take
The precipice, before he'd yield the freedom
His Maker gave him, — and you are content
To live in bonds, who have a thought of freedom
Which heaven never gave the little chamois.
Why gaze you still with blanched cheeks upon me?
Lack you the manhood even to look on,
And see bold deeds achieved by other's hands?

Knowles.

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6. Ho! sound the tocsin from my tower; and fire the cul-'

verin;

. Bid, each retainer arm with speed; call every vassal in: Up with my banner on the wall; the banquet board prepare;

Throw wide the portal of my hall; and bring my armor there.

7. Ye're there;but I see you not! Draw forth each trusty

sword;

And let me hear your faithful steel clash once around my board!

I hear it faintly; — louder yet! What clogs my heavy breath?

Up, all! and shout for Rudiger, " Defiance unto death!"

Greene.

Angry Menace with Defiance.

8. Blaze with your serried columns! I will not bend the

knee:

The shackle ne'er again shall bind the arm which now 18 free!

I've mailed it with the thunder, when the tempest muttered low;

And where it falls ye well may dread the lightning of its blow.

9. I've scared you in the city; I've scalped you on the plain s Go, count your chosen where they fell beneath my leaden

rain!

I scorn your proffered treaty: the pale face I defy: Revenge is stamped upon my spear; and "blood," my bat, tie-cry I

10. I loathe you with my bosom! I scorn you with mine eye! And I 'll taunt you with my latest breath, and fight you

till I die!

I ne'er will ask for quarter; and I ne'er will be your slave; But I 'll swim the sea of slaughter, till I sink beneath the wave!

Patten.

11. "This to me!" he said:

"An't were not for thy hoary beard,
Such hand as Marmion's * had not spared

To cleave the Douglas' head!
And first I tell thee, haughty peer,
He who does England's message here,
Although the meanest in her state,
May well, proud Angus,f be thy mate!

12. "And, Douglas, t more I tell thee here,

E'en in thy pitch of pride;
Here in thy hold, thy vassals near,
(Nay never look upon your Lord,
And lay your hands upon your sword!)

I tell thee thou 'it defied!"

Scott.

* Mar'mi-on, an imaginary person, represented as an English nobleman.

f An'gits, another name for Douglas.

J Doug'las, one of the most warlike of the Scottish lords.

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