No! let us rise at once, gird on our swords,
And, at the head of our remaining troops,
Attack the foe; break through the thick array
Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
Perhaps some arm, more lucky than the rest,

May reach his heart, and free the world from bondage.
Rise, fathers, rise ! 'tis Rome demands your help;

Rise, and avenge her slaughtered citizens,

Or share their fate! The slain of half her senate
Enrich the fields of Thessaly, while we
Sit here deliberating in cold debates,

If we should sacrifice our lives to honor,
Or wear them out in servitude and chains.
Rouse up, for shame! Our brothers of Pharsalia
Point at their wounds, and cry aloud, “To battle!"
Cato, Act II., Sc. 1.
18. What is 't to me, if all have stooped in turn!

Addison.

Does fellowship in chains make bondage proud?
Does the plague lose its venom if it taint
My brother with thyself? Is 't victory,
If I but find stretched by my bleeding side
All who came with me in the golden morn,
And shouted as my banner met the sun?
I cannot think on't. There's no faith in earth!
The very men with whom I walked through life,
Nay, till within this hour, in all the bonds

Of courtesy and high companionship,
They all deserted me; Metellus, Scipio,
Æmilius, Cato, even my kinsman Cæsar.
All the chief names and senators of Rome,

This day, as if the heavens had stamped me black,
Turned on their heel, just at the point of fate;
Left me a mockery, in the rabble's midst,
And followed their plebeian consul, Cicero !
This was the day to which I looked through life ;
And it has failed me-vanished from my grasp,

Like air. Tragedy of Catiline.

Croly.

Why dost thou stand and gaze upon me thus ?
Ay! watch the features well that threaten thee
With fraud and danger! In the wilderness
They shall avenge me-in the hour of want
Rise on thy view, and make thee feel

How innocent I am :

And this remembered cowardice and insult,

With a more painful shame, will burn thy cheek,
Than now heats mine with anger.

Thalaba the Destroyer.

20.

Alas! how light a cause may move

Dissension between hearts that love!

Hearts that the world in vain had tried,

And sorrow but more closely tied !

Southey.

That stood the storm-when waves were rough

Yet, in a sunny hour fall off;—

Like ships that have gone down at sea,
When heaven was all tranquillity!
A something, light as air—a look,

A word unkind, or wrongly taken-
Oh! Love, that tempests never shook,

A breath, a touch like this, hath shaken.
And ruder words will soon rush in,
To spread the breach that words begin ;—
And eyes forget the gentle ray
They wore in courtship's smiling day ;—
And voices lose the tone that shed
A tenderness round all they said,
Till,-fast declining-one by one,
The sweetnesses of Love are gone :-
And hearts so lately mingled seem
Like broken clouds,-or like the stream,
That smiling left the mountain's brow,

As though its waters ne'er could sever,
Yet-ere it reach the plains below-
Breaks into floods that part forever.
The Light of the Harem.

Moore.

21. How ill this taper burns!--Ha! who comes here? I think it is the weakness of my eyes,

That shapes this monstrous apparition

It comes upon me :-art thou any thing?
Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil,
That mak'st my blood cold, and my hair to stand ?
Speak to me, what thou art.

Julius Cæsar, Act IV., Sc. 3.

Shakespeare.

22. I do mistrust thee, woman! and each word Of thine stamps truth on all suspicion heard. Borne in his arms through fire from yon Serai— Say, wert thou lingering there with him to fly? Thou need'st not answer, thy confession speaks, Already reddening on thy guilty cheeks! Then, lovely dame, bethink thee! and beware; 'Tis not his life alone may claim such care; Another word-and-nay-I need no more. Accursed was the moment when he bore. Thee from the flames, which better far-but—no— I then had mourned thee with a lover's woeNow 't is thy lord that warns, deceitful thing! Know'st thou that I can clip thy wanton wing? In words alone I am not wont to chafe : Look to thyself, nor deem thy falsehood safe! The Corsair, Canto III.

Byron.

23. What cutting blast! and he can scarcely crawl: He freezes as he moves, he dies if he should fall! With cruel fierceness drives this icy sleet;

And must a Christian perish in the street,

In sight of Christians ?—There! at last, he lies,—
Nor, unsupported, can he ever rise.

The Village.

24. How like a fawning publican he looks! I hate him, for he is a Christian :

But more, for that, in low simplicity,

He lends out money gratis, and brings down

Crabbe.

The rates of usance, here with us in Venice.
If I can catch him once upon the hip,

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
He hates our sacred nation; and he rails,
Even there where merchants most do congregate,
On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift,
Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe
If I forgive him.

Merchant of Venice, Act I., Sc. 3.

Shakespeare.

25. Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow
Adown enormous ravines slope amain,—
Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty Voice,
And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!

Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven
Beneath the full Moon? Who bade the Sun

Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers
Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?—
God! the torrents, like a shout of nations,
Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!

God! sing ye the meadow-streams with gladsome
voice!

Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God! Hymn to Mont Blanc.

Coleridge.

LANGUAGE OF THE EMOTIONS

AND PASSIONS.

THE following examples, designed to illustrate the more important Emotions and Passions of the mind, have been compiled with much care. They will be found an excellent and profitable review-practice for the student who has gone through the work of the preceding pages with the thoroughness prescribed.

The effective rendering of the passages given calls for the practical application of all the important principles of vocal and physical expression.

While the emotions and passions of the mind usually seek expression in a complex form, that is, two or more united and blended in their utterance, there is generally one that predominates and characterizes the expression.

It is not always an easy matter to determine which the leading emotion or passion is. Hence, this classification must not be regarded as absolute, nor even the best that might be made.

A careful study of the "context" and of the circumstances under which the words were supposed to have been spoken, will greatly aid the pupil in getting a correct conception of the emotion, thought, or passion to be expressed. To facilitate this work, the source of each quotation is cited.

Since different persons (even under similar circumstances) will express their feelings differently, owing