The other shouted, "Nay, not so,
When God is with our righteous cause;
His holiest places then are ours,
His temples are our forts and towers
That frown upon the tyrant foe;
In this, the dawn of Freedom's day,
There is a time to fight and pray!”

Fierce Anger.

Even in thy pitch of pride,

Here, in thy hold, thy vassals near,
I tell thee thou 'rt defied!

And if thou saidst I am not peer
To any lord in Scotland here,
Lowland or Highland, far or near,
Lord Angus, thou hast lied!

LESSON IX.

RATE OR MOVEMENT.

Rate or movement has reference to the rapidity with which the successive words of a selection are uttered. There are three general divisions of rate: slow, moderate, and rapid.

NOTE.-Other modifications of these three general divisions are often given, but for the usual practice of the school-room these three are sufficient.

Slow rate is used in presenting thought containing adoration, grandeur, pathos, solemnity, and horror.

EXAMPLES.

Adoration.

1. O thou Eternal One whose presence bright
All space doth occupy, all motion guide;
Unchanged through time's all-devastating blight;
Thou only God! There is no God beside!

2. The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,

And spread the roof above them, ere he framed
The lofty vaults, to gather and roll back
The sound of anthems, in the darkling wood,
Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down
And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks
And supplication.

Grandeur.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean - roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain:

Man marks the earth with ruin

Stops with the shore;

- his control

- upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,

When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,

He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave,― unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.

Pathos.

1. Alas! my noble boy, that thou shouldst die!

Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair!
That Death should settle in thy glorious eye,
And leave his stillness in thy clustering hair!
How could he mark thee for the silent tomb,
My proud boy, Absalom!

2. Days, months, years, and ages shall circle away,
And still the vast waters above thee shall roll;
Earth loses thy pattern forever and aye;

1.

O sailor-boy! sailor-boy! peace to thy soul!

Solemnity.

Into the Silent Land!

Ah, who shall lead us thither?

Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand, Who leads us with a gentle hand

Thither, O thither,

Into the Silent Land?

2. Slowly and sadly we laid him down,

From the field of his fame, fresh and gory: We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.

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3. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day;
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea;
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Horror.

1. I had a dream which was not all a dream,—
The bright sun was extinguished; and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless and pathless; and the icy earth

Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came, and went, and came, and brought no day.

2. I hear, 'mid dying groans, the cannon's crash;

I see, 'mid smoke, the musket's horrid flash;

Here, Famine walks; there, Carnage stalks:
Hell in her fiery eye, she stains

With purpled blood

The crystal flood,

Heaven's altars, and the verdant plains!

Moderate rate is used in rendering unimpassioned ideas, and is generally used in the pure tone.

2.

EXAMPLES.

1. There is a tide in the affairs of men,

Which, taken at its flood, leads on to fortune;

Omitted, all the voyage of their life

Is bound in shallows, and in miseries:

And we must take the current when it runs,

Or lose our ventures.

Leaves have their time to fall,

And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath,
And stars to set-but all,

Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

Rapid rate is used to express joy or mirth, confusion, violent anger, or sudden fear.

EXAMPLES.

Joy or Mirth.

1. Away! away! our fires stream bright
Along the frozen river,

And their arrowy sparkles of brilliant light
On the forest branches quiver.

2. So light to the croup the fair lady he swung,

So light to the saddle before her he sprung:

"She is won! We are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow!" quoth young Lochinvar.

Confusion.

He woke to hear his sentries shriek,—

"To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!
He woke to die midst flame and smoke,
And shout, and groan, and saber-stroke,
And death-shots falling thick and fast
As lightnings from the mountain cloud.

Violent Anger.

1. On the Earl's cheek the flush of rage

2.

O'ercame the ashen hue of age.

Fierce he broke forth,- "And dar'st thou then

To beard the lion in his den,

The Douglas in his hall?

And hop'st thou hence unscathed to go?

No, by Saint Bride of Bothwell, no!"

In one short hour,

The pretty, harmless boy was slain! I saw

The corse, the mangled corse, and then I cried

For vengeance! ROUSE ye, ROMANS! ROUSE ye, SLAVES!
Have ye brave sons? Look in the next fierce brawl
To see them die. Have ye fair daughters? Look
To see them live, torn from your arms, distained,
Dishonored; and if ye dare call for justice,
Be answered by the lash.

Sudden Fear.

1. Hush! Hark! Did stealing steps go by? Came not faint whispers near?

As if the clouds its echo would repeat,

And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before!

Arm! arm! it is it is the cannon's opening roar!

3. Hark to the hoofs that galloping go!

The adjutants flying

The horsemen press hard on the panting foe,
Their thunder booms in dying. Victory!

Tremor has seized on the dastards all,

And their leaders fall!

Victory!

LESSON X.

STRESS.

Stress is the application of force to the vowel sound of a word, and is of six kinds: Radical, final, median, thorough, compound, and intermittent or tremulous.

Radical stress is the application of force to the first part of a vowel sound, and is used in command, defiance, and argument. It is marked thus:

EXAMPLES.
Command.

1. You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate

As reek o' the rotten fens

whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men,
That do corrupt my air-
-I banish you!