The song of our great immortality:
Thick-clustering orbs, and this our fair domain,
The tall, dark mountains, and the deep-toned seas,
Join in this solemn, universal song.

Oh! listen ye, our spirits; drink it in

From all the air. 'T is in the gentle moonlight;
'Tis floating 'midst Day's setting glories; Night,
Wrapped in her sable robe, with silent step
Comes to our bed, and breathes it in our ears:
Night, and the dawn, bright day and thoughtful eve,
All time, all bounds, the limitless expanse,
As one vast mystic instrument, are touched
By an unseen, living Hand; and conscious chords
Quiver with joy in this great jubilee.

The dying hear it; and, as sounds of earth
Grow dull and distant, wake their passing souls
To mingle in this heavenly harmony."

3. Tranquillity and Sublimity.

"Around me are the stars and waters,

Worlds mirrored in the ocean;

And the great element, which is to space
What ocean is to earth, spreads its blue depths,
Softened with the first breathings of the spring;
The high moon sails upon her beauteous way,
Serenely smoothing o'er the lofty walls
Of those tall piles and sea-girt palaces,

Whose porphyry pillars and whose costly fronts,
Fraught with the orient spoils of many marbles,
Like altars ranged along the broad canal,

Seem each a trophy of some mighty deed;

Reared up from out the waters, scarce less strangely Than those more massy and mysterious giants

Of architecture, those Titanian fabrics,

Which point in Egypt's plains to times that have 'No other record."

"These, as they change, Almighty Father! these Are but the varied God. The rolling year

Is full of Thee.

And oft Thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks;
And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve,

By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.-
In Winter, awful Thou! with clouds and storms
Around Thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rolled,
Majestic darkness! on the whirlwind's wing,
Riding sublime, Thou bidd'st the world adore,
And humblest Nature, with Thy northern blast."

("Pure tone:" "Expulsive" utterance.)

"Grave" Style.

"The inordinate love of pleasure is equally fatal to happiness as to virtue. To the wise and virtuous, to those who use the pleasures of life only as a temporary relaxation, as a resting-place to animate them on the great journey on which they are travelling, the hours of amusement bring real pleasure to them the well of joy is ever full; while to those who linger by its side, its waters are soon dried and exhausted.

"I speak not now of those bitter waters which must mingle themselves with the well of unhallowed pleasure, of the secret reproaches of accusing conscience, of the sad sense of shame and dishonor, and of that degraded spirit, which must bend itself beneath the scorn of the world I speak only of the simple and natural effect of unwise indulgence; — that it renders the mind callous to en

*The term "moderate" is generally equivalent to "mezzo," in music. It has many gradations, however; of which "grave" is the lowest. The successive steps are intimated in the arrangement of the exercises.

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 benevolence towards the person who has so kindly an effect upon it."

"Gay," or brisk, style.

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"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 and squeeze 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 to cram, 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

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!"

ble connoisseur !

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"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." "AdmiraAnd 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!"

FORCE.

"While the Union lasts, we have high, exciting, gratifying prospects spread out before us, for us and for our children. 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 on my 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