Solemnity and Reverence.

"Orotund Quality," "Subdued" Force, "Median Stress," "Low" Pitch, Prevalent "Monotone," " Slow Movement," Long Pauses.

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Extract from the Forest Hymn.- Bryant.

"Father, thy hand

Hath reared these venerable columns, thou

Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down
Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose

All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun,
Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze,
And shot towards heaven. The century-living crow,
Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and died
Among their branches; till, at last, they stood,
As now they stand, massy, and tall, and dark, -
Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold
Communion with his Maker. ·

The solitude.

Thou art in the soft winds

That run along the summits of these trees

In music; thou art in the cooler breath,

That from the inmost darkness of the place,

Comes scarcely felt; - the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh, moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship; -nature, here,

In the tranquility that thou dost love,

Enjoys thy presence."

Praise.

"Orotund Quality," Full Force, "Thorough" and "Median Stress," Moderately Low Pitch, Prevalent "Falling Inflection," Moderate "Wave," or "Monotone," Moderately Slow "Movement," Moderate Pauses.

Psalm CXLVIII.

V. 1. " Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord from the heavens: praise him in the heights

2. Praise ye

him, all his angels: praise ye him, all his hosts. 3. Praise ye him, sun and moon: praise him, all ye stars of light. 4. Praise him, ye heavens of heavens, and ye waters that be above the heavens. 5. Let them praise the name of the Lord: for he commanded, and they were created. 6. He hath also established them forever and ever: he hath made a decree which they shall not pass. 7. Praise the Lord from the earth, ye dragons and all deeps: (8.) fire, and hail; snow and vapor; stormy wind, fulfilling his word: (9.) mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars: (10.) beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowls: (11.) kings of the earth, and all people; princes, and all judges of the earth: (12.) both young men, and maidens; old men, and children. 13. Let them praise the name of the Lord: for his name alone is excellent; his glory is above the earth and heaven."

"Expression" as in the preceding example, but with softer Force, greater prevalence of "Median Stress," and slower "Movement," with longer Pauses.

Morning Hymn in Paradise. - Milton.

"Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,
Angels; for ye behold him, and with songs
And choral symphonies, day without night,
Circle his throne, rejoicing; ye in heaven:
On earth, join all ye creatures to extol
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,

If better thou belong not to the dawn,

Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere,
While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul,
Acknowledge him thy greater; sound his praise
In thy eternal course, both when thou climb'st,
And when high noon hast gained, and when thou fall'st.

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Moon, that now meetst the orient sun, now fliest,
With the fixed stars, fixed in their orb that flies;
And ye five other wandering fires, that move
In mystic dance, not without song, resound
His praise, who out of darkness called up light.
Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth
Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run
Perpetual circle multiform; and mix,

* And nourish all things; let your ceaseless change
Vary to our great Maker still new praise.".

"His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye pines, With every plant, in sign of worship, wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices, all ye living souls; ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend,

Bear on your wings, and in your notes, his praise.”

Deep and uncontrolled Grief.

Aspirated" "Orotund” and “Pectoral Quality," "Full and Subdued" Force, alternating, “Vanishing Stress," "Lowest” Pitch, Prevalent “Monotone,” · Slowest Movement,” Very long Pauses.

Extract from the Complaint. Night VI.-Young.

"Oh! the long dark approach, through years of pain, Death's gallery! (might I dare call it so,)

With dismal doubt and sable terror hung,

Sick Hope's pale lamp its only glimmering ray:
There Fate my melancholy walk ordained,-
Forbid Self-love itself to flatter, there.

How oft I gazed prophetically sad!

How oft I saw her dead, while yet in smiles! —
In smiles she sunk her grief to lessen mine:

* Farther practice may be found in the repetition of previous exercises of the same class, introduced for the illustration of different principles.

She spoke me comfort, and increased my pain.
Like powerful armies, trenching at a town,
By slow and silent, but resistless sap,

In his pale progress gently gaining ground,
Death urged his deadly siege; in spite of art,-
Of all the balmy blessings Nature lends.

To succor frail humanity.

Ye stars!

(Not now made first familiar to my sight,)
And thou, O Moon! bear witness: many a night
He tore the pillow from beneath my head,
Tied down my sore attention to the shock
By ceaseless depredations on a life
Dearer than that he left me. Dreadful post
Of observation! darker every hour!

Less dread the day that drove me to the brink,
And pointed at eternity below,

When my soul shuddered at futurity;

When, on a moment's point the important die
Of life and death spun doubtful, ere it fell,
And turned up life, my title to more wo"

Extract from Job III.

V. 3. "Let the day perish wherein I was born.-4. Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it. 5. Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it. 6. As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months. 7. Lo! let that night be solitary; let no joyful voice come therein. 8. Let them curse it, that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning. 9. Let the stars of the twilight thereof be be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day."*

* Repeat previous examples of the same emotion.

Deep and subdued Grief.

"Orotund" and "Pectoral Quality," ," "Subdued" Force, Prevalent “Median,” with occasional “Vanishing,” and “Radical Stress," Low Pitch, Level Voice, “Slow Movement," Long Pauses.

Extract from Burke's Allusion to the Death of his Son.

"Had it pleased God to continue to me the hopes of succession, I should have been, according to my mediocrity and the mediocrity of the age I live in, a sort of founder of a family; I should have left a son, who, in all the points in which personal merit can be viewed in science, in erudition, in genius, in taste, in honor, in generosity, in humanity, in every liberal sentiment, and every liberal accomplishment, would not have shown himself inferior to the duke of Bedford, or to any of those whom he traces in his line. His grace very soon would have wanted all plausibility in his attack upon that provision which belonged more to mine than to me. He would soon have supplied every deficiency, and symmetrized every disproportion. It would not have been for that successor to resort to any stagnant wasting reservoir of merit in me, or in any ancestry. He had in himself a salient, living spring, of generous and manly action. Every day he lived he would have re-purchased the bounty of the crown, and ten times more, if ten times more he had received. He was made a public creature; and had no enjoyment whatever but in the performance of some duty.

At this exigent moment, the loss of a finished man is not easily supplied.

"But a Disposer whose power we are little able to resist, and whose wisdom it behooves us not at all to dispute, has ordained it in another manner, and, (whatever my querulous weakness might suggest,) a far better.The storm has gone over me; and I lie like one of those old oaks which the late hurricane has scattered about me. I am stripped of all my honors; I am torn up by the roots,