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Stu. He has been grossly insulted by Tybalt, but has avoided quarreling with him. Mercutio, Romeo's friend, takes up the quarrel, and is slain by Tybalt ; and the latter, immediately after, is met by Romeo, who accosts him thus :
“ Alive! in triumph, and Mercutio slain!
Pro. There is a good exercise in high pitch in the reply of Coriola'nus to Aufid'ius. The latter has sneered at the haughty soldier as a “boy of tears”; and Coriolanus retaliates, in words showing over. powering rage. Let me hear you read the passage. Str. It requires practice; but I will do my best.
Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart
Pro. The tone of choleric defiance in these words of Hotspur affords another exercise in high pitch:
“ Not speak of Mortimer?
But I will speak of him; and let my soul
As this ingrate and cankered Bolingbroke."
Stu. The king has refused to ransom Mortimer, who happens to be the brother of Hotspur's wife. The indignant Hotspur again breaks out as follows:
“ He said he would not ransom Mortimer ;
Forbăde my tongue to speak of Mortimer ;
To keep his anger still in motion." Pro. With one more exercise we will conclude our illustrations for the present. It is the contemptuous speech of Coriolanus, the haughty patrician of Rome, to the populace:
• What would you have ... you curs,
That like not peace nor war? The one affrights you,
Him vile, that was your garland!". Stu. These exercises seem to me to require a good deal of practice to do them justice.
Pro. That is true: therefore let them have practice. Learn some of them by heart, and give them forth as you have opportunity ; first being sure, from your teacher's authority, that you deliver them aright and in good taste. The physical benefit derived from such exercise of the lungs, prudently pursued, is as great as that got in many of the feats of the gymnasium. It is an exercise which any one can advantar geously take, in-doors or out.
CATILINE'S LAST SPEECH TO HIS TROOPS.
LXXX.- CATILINE'S LAST SPEECH TO HIS TROOPS.
Taunt (the au like a in far), n., bit-Co'HORT, n., a troop of soldiers, about
ter or sarcastic reproach. GALL'ING (a as in fall), a., fretting. BUR'DEN (bur’dn), v. t., to encumber.
The following exercise should be read with much spirit and energy. Commencing in the tone of sorrow and despair, the voice should be gradually raised till, at the climaz, It should attain an explosive force, expressive of reckless resolve and defiance.
BRAVE comrādes! all is ruined! I disdain
My noble hearts! ..
Once more, I say, — Are ye resolved ? '
Rev. GEORGE CROLY. (1788 — 1860.)
LXXXI. - SONG OF HIAWATHA.
LE'GEND (le'jend), n., a wild story. • Ey'ry (a're), n., a place where birds
down from ago to age. Pronounce Hiawatha, He-a-wa'tha (the second a as in fall); the au in haunt like a in far. Heed the long o in shadow, mead'ow.
1. YE who love the haunts of nature, love the sun. shine of the meadow, love the shadow of the forest, love the wind among the branches, and the rain-shower and the snow-storm, and the rushing of great rivers through their palisades of pine-trees, and the thunder in the mountains, whose innūmerable echoes flap like eagles in their eyries, — listen to these wild traditions, to this Song of Hiawatha !
2. Ye who love a nation's lēgends, love the ballads of a people, that, like voices from afar off, call to us to pause and listen, speak in tones so plain and childlike, scarcely can the ear distinguish whether they are sung or spoken, — listen to this Indian legend, to this Song of Hiawatha!
3. Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, who have faith in God and nature, who believe that in all ages every human heart is buman; that, in even savage bosoms, there are longings, yearnings, strivings, for the good they comprehend not; that the feeble hands and helpless, groping blindly in the darkness, touch His right hand in the darkness, and are lifted up and strengthened, — listen to this simple story, to this Song of Hiawatha!
4. Ye who sometimes in your rambles through the green lanes of the country, where the tangled barberrybushes, hang their tuits of crimson berries over stone walls gray with mosses, — pause by some neglected graveyard, for a while to muse and wonder on a half effaced inscription, writ with little skill of song-craft, homely phrases, but each letter full of hope and yet of heart-break, full of all the tender pāthos of the Here and the Hereafter, — stay and read this rude inscription, read this Song of Hiawatha ! LONGFELLOW.
The habit which the two boys, introduced in this story, had of clipping the sound of ng in such words as spelling, chopping, &c., is one which, we hope, every youth will avoid in serious delivery.
1. LET no one suppose that in the following story I would underrate the importance of learning to spell correctly. In these days the young person who hopes to attain to positions of trust and profit must be a good speller. What I would impress upon your minds is, that you must not only learn the orthography of a word but acquaint yourself with its meaning; not only know the outside form of a word, its letters and syllables, but penetrate to its inner spirit and life.
2. The most extraordinary spelling, and, indeed, reading machine, in our school, was a boy whom I shall call Mem'orus Wordwell. He was mighty and wonderful in the acquisition and remembrance of words, of signs without the ideas signified. The alphabet he acquired at home before he was two years old. What exultation of parents, what exclamation from admiring visitors ! “ There was never any thing like it.” He had almost accomplished his a-b abs before he was