W m RC tr slowly Must Freedom | pine || till the slow || armorer || W to mf RC prone Let hearts be what they ought,- the naked earth W to Will be their magazine; — the rocks- the trêes — 34. CATILINE'S DEFIANCE.-Rev. George Croly. (p P) Conscript Fathers, I do not rise to waste the night in wôrds; 1 R O W 1 8 RO (f0) But here I stand for rìght - let him show pròofs — 1 R O For Roman right; though none, it seems, dare stand To take their share with me. Ay, cluster there! m f B C Cling to your mâster! || Judges, | Rõmans, | slāves - f m B C B O (4) (G) (ff) 1 bk BO (f0) You have my answer. Let my actions | speak! (p) $ m His charge is fâlse; I dàre him to his proofs. But this I will avów, that I have scórned, br R C F And still do scorn, to hide my sense of wrong! Who brands me on the fórehead, breaks my swórd, Or lays the bloody scourge upon my back, (fA) The gates of honor on me-turning out (ff G) (AG) (f A 0) (ff G) (f A 0) (ff G (f A 0) (p) (f) (ff) (AG) (p A) (f) (ff AG) The Roman from his birthright; and, | for | what? Vipers that creep where mên | disdâin | to climb, hold And, having wound their loathsome track to the top w bk R C Bânished from Rôme! What's bânished but set free m f RC From daily contact with the things I lôathe? "Tried and convicted | trâitor! Who says this? Bânished! I thank you for't. It breaks my chain! I held some slack allegiance till this hour; 1 RO 1 Ꭱ O wfm RC But now my sword's | my own. Smile òn, my lords! I scorn to count what feelings, withered | hòpes, Strong provocations, | bitter, | bùrning | wròngs, Hâtred and full defîance in your face! (p sl A 0) Your consul's | mêrciful "Trâitor!" I gò; but || I || return. This || trial? 1 BO Here I devote your sènate! I've had wrongs br RC F To stir a fèver in the blood of age, (f) (A) 1 RO 1 R O Ft 1 RO Ft Or make the infant's | sinews | strong as steel. 1 RO down This day's the birth of sorrow! This hour's work BO SRC F Will breed proscriptions! Look to your hearths, my lords! SRC F (ff A 0) For there, henceforth, shall sit, | for household gods, I change to SR Ch Shapeshot from Tàrtarus!-all shames | and crimes! s Ch W 8 Ch s Ch tr to RC Ft on waist and 1 RO Wan Treachery, | with his thirsty | dagger | dràwn; | slowly lift B C Naked Rebellion, | with the torch and axe, | Making his wild | sport | of your blazing | thrònes; h BC f drop to m B C pr Till ânarchy | comes down on you | like nìght, | 1 BC h BC f drop to 35. REPLY TO MR. CORRY. - Henry Grattan. 36. OUR RELATIONS TO ENGLAND, 1824. Edward Everett. (Page 211, Orator's Manual.) 37. ROLLA'S ADDRESS TO THE PERUVIANS.-R. B. Sheridan. My brave associates, - partners of my tóil, my féelings, and my fáme!―can Rolla's words add vigor to the virtuous energies which 1 f RO inspire your hearts? No! You have judged, as I have, the foul ness of the crafty pléa by which these bold invaders would delùde you. Your generous spirit has compared, as mîne has, the motives 0 1 f L O 1s LO which in a war like this, can animate their minds and ours. They, m 1 S L 8 L O 1 L OFt wl LC to by a strange frenzy driven, fight for power, for plunder, and extended side ROS R 1 RO rùle: wê, for our country, our àltars, and our homes. They follow an adventurer whom they fear, and obey a power which they hate: L C wê serve a monarch whom we love-a God whom we adore. When W e'er they move in ánger, desolâtion tracks their progress! Whene'er L C w to they pause in ámity, affliction mourns their friendship. They boast f во m 8 C they come but to improve our state, enlârge our thoughts, and free us exaggerated m BO from the yoke of error! Yês; thêy will give enlightened freedom to õur minds, who are themselves the slâves of passion, àvarice, and W R C to m C pr F lift to h C pride! They offer us their protection: yês, such protection as vûltures hRC give to lâmbs-cóvering and devoùring them! They call on us back to barter all of good we have enhanced and proved, for the desperate chance of something better which they | promise. Be our plain answer thìs:—The throne we honor is the pèople's | chòice; the 8 RO 8 and back R W laws we reverence are our brave | fathers' legacy; the faith we follow teaches us to live | in bonds of charity with all | mankind, and dîe | with hope of bliss | beyond the grave. Tell your invaders thîs; and W m BC 1 B C 1 tell them, too, we seek nò chànge, — and, least of all, sûch change as во they would bring us! 38. CÆSAR PASSING THE RUBICON.-J. S. Knowles. 214. Graphic, Delineative Style: Anecdotes and their Applications. As a rule, on objects referred to, use a downward bend or inflection (§ 50), and sometimes the circumflex (§§ 69, 70). These objects should be articulated distinctly, which will tend to make the predominating terminal stress (§ 101) short and sharp, or change it to initial stress (§ 100). When, again, there is much drift (§ 154) the terminal will become median stress (§ 102). Orotund Quality. Toward the end of each selection this orotund may be aspirated (§§ 135, 136). 39. THE LAST CHARGE OF NEY.-J. T. Headley. The whole continental | struggle | exhibited no sublimer | spéctacle than the last | great | effort | of Napoleon | to save | his sink ing empire. Europe | had been put | upon the plains | of Waterloo | to be battled for. The greatest | military | energy | and skill | the world possessed | had been tasked to the utmost | during the day. W Thrones were tottering | on the ensanguined | field, and the shadm s R с tr m f R W R C to ows of fugitive | kìngs | flitted | through the smoke | of battle. h R CF m f RC h R C Bonaparte's star | trembled | in the zènith, | now | blázing óut, in prone and down its ancient splendor, | now | suddenly | påling | before his anxious | èye. (At length, when the Prussians appeared on the field, he resolved to stake Europe on one bold throw. He committed himself and France to Ney, and saw his empire rest on a single charge. The intense anxiety with which he watched the advance of the column, the terrible suspense he suffered when the smoke of battle concealed it from sight, and the utter despair of his great heart when the curtain lifted over a fugitive army, and the despairing shriek rang out on every side, "La garde recule, La garde recule," make us, for the moment, forget all the carnage, in sympathy with his distress.) Ney felt the pressure | of the immense | responsibility | on his brave | heart, | and resolved | not to prove unworthy | of the great | br RCF to m. SRC tr to trust committed to his care. Nothing | could be more | impòsing than the movement | of the grand | column | to the assault. turn body to the right back во 1 во That guard | had never | yet | recòiled | before a human fòe; and turn to the left slowly drop the allied forces | beheld | with àwe | its firm | and terrible | ad BC m vance to the final | charge. For a moment the batteries | stopped | playing, and the firing ceased along the British lines, | as | without the beating | of a drum, | or the blast of a bugle, they moved in dead | silence | over W mfLO the plain. The next | moment the artillery | òpened, | and the prone slowly head of the gallant | column | seemed to sink | down; yet they drop L C neither stopped | nor fàltered. lift f BC f LC Dissolving | squadrons | and whole | slowly f BC drop B C battalions | disappearing, | one after another, | in the destructive | fire, affected not | their steady | coùrage. 1 f BO Ft The ranks | closed up | |