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3. O, save me, Hubert, save me: my eyes are out,
Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men! Alas! what need you be so boisterous rough? I will not struggle,- I will stand stone still; For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the irons angrily; Thrust but these men away and I'll forgive you, Whatever torments you do put me to. 4. Painting, poetry, eloquence, and every other art on which the genius of mankind has exercised itself, may be abused and prove dangerous in the hands of bad men; but it were ridiculous to contend that, on this account, they ought be abolished. 5. I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine. 6. The world recedes, it disappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes! My ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory ? O Death! where is thy sting? 7. He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies. And what's his reasonam a Jew.
8. Hath not a Jew eyes, hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? — fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is?
V.-THE NATURE OF TRUE ELOQUENCE.
1. When public bodies are to be addressed on momentous occasions, when great interests are at stake and very strong passions excited, nothing is valuable in speech further than it is connected with high intellectual and moral endowments. Clearness, force and earnestness are the qualities which produce conviction.
2. True eloquence, indeed, does not consist in speech; it can not be brought from far. Labor and learning may toil for it, but they will toil for it in vain ; words and phrases may be marshaled in every way, but they can not compass it. It must exist in the man, in the subject, and in the occasion.
3. Affected passion, intense expression, the pomp of declamation - all may aspire after it; they can not reach it. It comes, if it comes at all, like the outbreaking of a fountain from the earth, or the bursting forth of volcanic fires --with spontaneous, original, native force.
4. The graces taught in the schools, the costly ornaments, and studied contrivances of speech, shock and disgust men, when their own lives and the fate of their wives, their children and their country, hang on the decision of the hour.
5. Then, words have lost their power; rhetoric is vain ; and all elaborate oratory contemptible. Even genius itself, then, feels rebuked and subdued, as in the presence of higher qualities. Then, patriotism is eloquent; then, self-devotion is eloquent.
6. The clear conception outrunning the deductions of logic;
; - the high purpose; the firm resolve; the dauntless spirit, speaking from the tongue, beaming from the eye, informing every feature, urging the whole man onward, right onward to his object; — this, this is eloquence; or rather it is something greater and higher than all eloquence: it is action — noble, sublime, god-like action.
VI.-THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH.
1. Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands ;
With large and sinewy hands;
Are strong as iron bands.
2. His hair is crisp, and black, and long;
His face is like the tan;
He earns whate'er he can ;
For he owes not any man.
3. Week in, week out, from morn till night,
You can hear his bellows blow;
With measured beat and slow,
When the evening sun is low.
4. And children coming home from school,
Look in at the open door;
And hear the bellows roar,
Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
5. He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;
He hears his daughter's voice
And it makes his heart rejoice.
6. It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise !
How in the grave she lies;
A tear out of his eyes.
7. Toiling — rejoicing – sorrowing
Onward through life he goes ;
Each evening sees it close;
Has earned a night's repose.
8. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught !
Our fortunes must be wrought;
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.
VII.-I MUST DO THE CHURNING.
1. I never undertook but once to set at naught the authority of my wife. You know her way - cool, quiet,
respectful, but determined. Just after we were married, and all was going "nice and cozy,” she got me into a habit of doing all the churning. She never asked me to do it, you know; but then she — why it was done just in
2. She finished breakfast rather before me one morning, and, slipping away from the table, she filled the churn with cream, and set it just where I could not help seeing what was wanted. So I took hold regularly enough, and churned till the butter came. She did not thank me, but looked so nice and sweet about it that I felt well paid.
3. Well, when the next churning day came along, she did the same thing; and I followed suit and fetched the butter. Again and again it was done just so; and I was regularly “in for it" every time. Not a word said, you know, of course. Well, by and by this began to be rather irksome. I wished she would just ask me; but she never did, and I could not say any thing about it, to save my life ; and so on we went.
4. At last I made a resolve that I would not churn another time, unless she asked me to. Churning day
and then my breakfast — she always got nice breakfasts — when that was swallowed, there stood the churn. I rose up, and standing a few minutes, just to give her a chance to ask me, put on my hat and walked out door. I stopped in the yard to give her time to call me; but not a word did she say; and so, with a palpitating heart, I moved on.
5. I went down town, up town, and all over town;