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EXAMPLES.

1. ENGLISH SCENERY.

The great charm, however, of English scenery, is the moral feeling that seems to pervade it. It is associated in the mind with ideas of òrder, of quiet, of sober, wellestablished principles, of hoary úsage, and reverend cùstom. Everything seems to be the growth of ages of regular and peaceful existence. The neighboring village, with its venerable cóttages, its public gréen, sheltered by trées, under which the forefathers of the present race have spórted; the antique family mánsion, standing apart in some little rural domain, but looking down with a protecting air on the surrounding scéne; all these common features of English landscape evince a calm and settled security, a hereditary transmission of home-bred virtues and local attachments, that speak deeply and touchingly for the moral character of the nation.

2. THE SEASONS IN SWEDEN.

IRVING.

I must not forget the suddenly changing seasons of the northern clime. There is no long and lingering spring unfolding leaf and blossom one by one; no long and lingering autumn, pompous with many-colored leaves and the glow of Indian summers. But winter and súmmer are wonderful, and pass into each other. The quail has hardly ceased piping in the córn, when winter, from the folds of trailing clouds, sows broadcast over the land, snów, icicles, and rattling hàil.

The days wane apace. Ere long the sun hardly rises above the horizon, or does not rise at àll.

The moon

and the stars shine through the dày; only, at noon, they are pale and wàn, and in the southern sky a red, fiery glow, as of sunset, burns along the horizon, and then goes out. And pleasantly, under the silver moon, and under the silent, solemn stárs, ring the steel shoes of the skaters on the frozen sèa, and voices, and the sound of bèlls.

LONGFELLOW.

II. FAST MOVEMENT.

Fast, or quick, movement, is the characteristic rate in the expression of mirth, fun, humor, gladness, joy, and haste.

EXAMPLES.

1. PAUL REVERE'S RIDE.

A hurry of hoofs in a village stréet,

A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dárk,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spárk
Struck out by a stéed that flies fearless and fléet:
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;

And the spárk struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.

2. L'ALLEGRO.

LONGFELLOW.

Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee

Jest and youthful Jòllity,

Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles,

Nods, and bècks, and wreathéd smiles

Such as hang on Hèbe's cheek,
And love to live in dimple slèek;
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.
Come, and trip it as ye go

On the light fantastic tòe;

And in thy right hand lead with thee
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.

3. ONCE MORE.

MILTON.

"Will I come?" That is pleasant! I beg to inquire If the gun that I carry has ever missed fire?

And which was the muster-roll-mention but ône-
That missed your old comrade who carries the gùn!

You see me as always, my hand on the lock,
The cap on the nipple, the hammer full cock.

It is rusty, some tell me; I heed not the scôff;
It is battered and bruised, but it always goes off!
"Is it loaded?" I'll bet you! What doesn't it hold?
Rammed full to the muzzle with mèmories untòld;
Why, it scares me to fire, lest the pieces should fly
Like the cannons that burst on the Fourth of July!

4. RHYME OF THE RAIL.

Singing through the forests,
Rattling over ridges,

Shooting under árches,

Rumbling over bridges;

Whizzing through the mountains,

Buzzing o'er the vále,

Blèss me! this is pléasant,

Ríding on the ráil!

5. THE MAY QUEEN.

HOLMES.

SAXE.

You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother

dear;

To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad New

Year;

Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest

day;

For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.

6. THE MESSAGE.

TENNYSON.

The muster-place is Lanrick mead;
Speed forth the signal! Norman, speed!
The summons dread brooks no delay.
Stretch to the race-away! away!

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SCOTT.

Come as the winds come, when forests are rended;
Come as the waves come, when navies are stranded.
Faster come, faster come, faster and faster:

Chief, vassal, page, and groom, tenant and master.

Fast they come, fast they come; see how they gather! Wide waves the eagle plume, blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, forward each man set; Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, knell for the onset!

8. THE SMILING LISTENER.

SCOTT.

Precisely. I see it.

You all want to say

That a tear is too sad and a smile is too gay;

You could stand a faint smile, you could manage a sigh,
But you value your ribs, and you don't want to cry.

It's awful to think of-how year after year
With his piece in his pocket he waits for you here;
No matter who's missing, there always is one

To lug out his manuscript, sure as a gun.

III. VERY FAST MOVEMENT.

Very fast movement is expressive of hurry, alarm, confusion, flight, ecstatic joy, and ungovernable rage and fury.

EXAMPLES.

1. MAZEPPA.

Away!-away!-and on we dash!-
Torrents less rapid and less ràsh.
Away, away, my steed and I,
Upon the pinions of the wind,
All húman dwellings left behind;

We sped like méteors through the sky,
When with its crackling sound the night
Is chequered with the northern light.

2. HURRY.

Sisters! hènce, with spurs of speed!
Each her thundering falchion wield;

Each bestride her sable steed;

Hurry! hurry to the field.

BYRON.

3. FLIGHT.

Forth from the pass in tumult driven,
Like chaff before the wind of heaven,
The archery appear;

For life! for life! their flight they ply;
While shriek, and shout, and battle-cry,
And pláids and bónnets waving hígh,
And broadswords flashing to the ský,
Are maddening in the rèar.

4. GOOD NEWS.

I sprang to the stìrrup, and Joris, and hè;

SCOTT.

Í galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all thrèe;
"Good speed!" cried the watch as the gate-bolts undrèw;
"Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping thròugh.
Behind shut the pòstern; the lights sank to rèst,
And into the midnight we galloped abrèast.

Not a word to each other; we kept the great páce,
Néck by néck, stríde by stríde, never changing our plàce;
I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight,
Then shortened each stirrup and set the pique ríght,
Rebuckled the chéck-strap, chained slacker the bít,
Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whìt.

5. HOW THE OLD HORSE WON THE BET.

BROWNING.

"Bring forth the horse!" Alas! he showed
Not like the one Mazeppa rode;

Scant-maned, sharp-backed, and shaky-kneed,
The wreck of what was once a steed;
Lips thin, eyes hollow, stiff in joints,
Yet not without his knowing points.
"Gò!"-Through his ear the summons stung,
As if a battle-trump had rung;

The slumbering instincts long unstirred
Start at the old familiar word;

It thrills like flame through every limb-
What mean his twenty years to him?

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