21. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath a DOG money? is it possible,

A CUR can lend three thousand duc'ats?

22. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounce it to youtrippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spake my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) WHIRLWIND of your passion, you must acquire and begět a temperance that will give it smoothness.

23. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Cæsar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my answer: not that I loved Cæsar LESS, but that I loved Rome MORE. Had you rather Cæsar were living, and die all SLAVES, than that Cæsar were dead, to live all FREEMEN?

24. As Cæsar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was vuliant, I honor him; but as he was AMBITIOUS, I slew him. There is tears for his love, joy for his fortune, honor for his valor, and DEATH for his ambition.

25. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember the first time ever Cæsar put it on: ('twas on a summer's evening in his tent: that day he overcame the Nervii :)-LOOK! In this place ran CASSIUS' dagger through see what a rent the envious CASCA made. Through THIS, the well-beloved BRUTUS stabbed; and, as he plucked his cursed steel away, mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it! THIS was the most unkindest cut of all! for, when the noble Cæsar saw HIM stab, INGRATITUDE, more strong than traitors' arms, quite vanquished him! Then burst his mighty heart; and, in his mantle muffling up his face, even at the base of Pompey's statue, which all the while ran blood, GREAT CESAR FELL. O WHAT a fall was THERE, my countrymen! Then I, and YOU, and ALL of us, fell down; whilst bloody TREASON flourished over us.

26. O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel the dint of PITY: these are gracious drops. Kind souls! What, weep you when you but behold our Cæsar's VESTURE Wounded? Look ve here! Here is HIMSELF, MARRED, as you see, by TRAITORS

SECTION II.-SLUR.

1. SLUR is that smooth, gliding, subdued movement of the voice, by which those parts of a sentence of less comparative importance are rendered less impressive to the ear, and emphatic words and phrases set in stronger relief.

2. When a word or part of a sentence is emphasized, it is usually pronounced with a louder and more forcible effort of the voice, and is frequently prolonged. But when a sentence or part of a sentence is slurred, it must generally be read in a lower and less forcible tone of voice, more rapidly, and with all the words pronounced nearly alike.

3. In order to communicate clearly and forcibly the whole signification of a passage, it must be subjected to a rigid analysis. It will then be found, that one paramount idea always pervades the sentence, although it may be associated with incidental statements, and qualified in every possible manner. Hence, on the proper management of slur, much of the beauty and propriety of enunciation depends, as thus the reader is enabled to bring forward the primary idea, or more important parts, into a strong light, and throw other portions into shade; thereby en tirely changing the character of the sentence, and making it ap pear lucid, strong, and expressive.

4. Slur must be employed in cases of parenthesis, contrast, repetition, or explanation, where the phrase or sentence is of small comparative importance; and often when qualification of time, place, or manner is made.

EXERCISES.

The parts which are to be slurred in these exercises are printed in alic letters, the prominent ideas appear in Roman, and the more emphatic words in CAPITALS.

1. The stomach (cramm'd from every dish, a tomb of boiled and roast, and flesh and fish, where bile, and wind, and phlegm, and acid jar, and all the man is one intestine war) remembers oft the school-boy's simple fare, the temperate sleeps, and spirits light as air.

2. Ingenious boys, who are idle, think, with the hare in the fable, that, running with SNAILS (so they count the rest of their school-fellows), they shall come soon enough to the post; though sleeping a good while before their starting.

3. The rivulet sends forth glad sounds, and tripping o'er its bed of pebbly sands, or leaping down the rocks, seems with continuous laughter to rejoice in its own being.

4. The devout heart, penetrated with large and affecting views of the immensity of the works of God, the harmony of his laws, and the extent of his beneficence, bursts into loud and vocal expressions of praise and adoration; and from a full and overflowing sensibility, seeks to expand itself to the utmost limits of creation.

5. If there's a Power above us (and that there is, all nature cries aloud through all her works), He must delight in virtue.

6. CAN HE, who, not satisfied with the wide range of animated existence, calls for the sympathy of the inanimate creation, REFUSE TO WORSHIP with his fellow-men?

7. But let me ask, By WHAT RIGHT do you involve yourself in this multiplicity of cares? WHY do you weave around you this web of occupation, and then complain that you can not break it?

8. The massy rocks themselves, the old and ponderous trunks of prostrate trees, that lead from knoll to knoll, a cauşey rude, or bridge the sunken brook, and their dark roots with all their earth upon them, TWISTING HIGH, breathe FIXED TRANQUILLITY.

9. When therefore the Lord knew how the Pharisees had heard that Jesus made and baptized more disciples than John though Jesus himself baptized not, but his disciples, he left Judea, and departed again into Galilee.

10. The calm shade shall bring a KINDRED calm, and the sweet breeze, that makes the green leaves dance, shall waft a balm to thy sick heart.

11. A few hours more, and she will move in stately grandeur on, cleaving her path majestic through the flood, as if she were a GODDESS of the DEEP.

12. Falsely luxurious, will not MAN awake, and springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy the cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, to meditation due, and sacred song?

13. STRANGER, if thou hast learnt a truth which needs expo

rience more than reason, that the world is full of guilt and misery, and hast known enough of al' its sorrows, crimes, and cares, to tire thee of it,-ENTER THIS WILD WOOD, and view the haunts of nature.

14. The smoothness of flattery can not Now avail-can not BAVE us in this rugged and awful crisis.

15. IN THEE, FIRST LIGHT, the bounding ocean smiles, when the quick winds uprear it in a swell, that rolls in glittering green around the isles, where ever-springing fruits and blossoms dwell.

16. No! DEAR as FREEDOM is, and in my heart's just estimation prized above all price, I would much rather be MYSELF the SLAVE, and WEAR the BONDS, than fasten them on HIM.

17. May the LIKE SERENITY, in such dreadful circumstances, and a DEATH EQUALLY GLORIOUS, be the lot of ALL whom TYRANNY, of whatever denomination or description, SHALL, in any age or in any country, CALL to expiate their virtues on the scaffold.

18. YE STARS! which are the poetry of heaven, if in your bright leaves we would read the fate of men and empires,—'tis to be forgiven, that, in our aspirations to be great, our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, and claim a kindred with you; for ye are a BEAUTY and a MYSTERY, and create in us such love and reverence from afar, that FORTUNE, FAME, POWER, LIFE, have named themselves a STAR.

19. But yonder comes the powerful KING OF DAY, rejoicing in the east. The lessening cloud, the kindling azure, and the mountain's brow illumed with fluid gold, his near approach betoken glad. Lo, Now, APPARENT ALL, aslant the dew-bright earth and colored air, he looks in BOUNDLESS MAJESTY abroad, and sheds the shining day, that burnished plays on rocks, and hills, and towers, and wandering streams, HIGH GLEAMING from afar.

20. And thus, in silent waiting, stood the piles of stone and piles of wood; TILL DEATH, who, in his vast affairs, ne'er puts things off as men in theirs—and thus, if I the truth must tell, does his work FINALLY and WELL, WINKED at our hero as he passed, "Your house is FINISHED, sir, at last; a NARROWER house —a house of CLAY-your palace for another day."

21. And when the prodigal son came to himself, he said, "How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! I will arise, and Go to

my father; and will say unto him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son-make me as one of thy hired servants.'" And he arose, and was coming to his father;-but while he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him. And the son SAID unto him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son."

22. THOU GLORIOUS MIRROR, where the Almighty's form glasses itself in tempests; in ALL time (calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, icing the pole, or in the torrid clime dark heaving), BOUNDLESS, ENDLESS, and SUBLIME-THE IMAGE OF ETERNITY—THE THRONE OF THE INVISIBLE; even from out thy slime the monsters of the deep are made; each zone obeys thee— thou goest forth, DREAD, FATHOMLESS, ALONE.

23. O WINTER! RULER OF THE INVERTED YEAR! thy scattered hair with sleet-like ashes filled, thy breath congealed upon thy lips, thy cheeks fringed with a beard made white with other shows than those of age, thy forehead wrapped in clouds, a leafless branch thy scepter, and thy throne a sliding car, indebted to no WHEELS, but urged by STORMS along its slippery way, I LOVE THEE, ALL UNLOVELY as thou seem'st, and DREADED as thou ART.

24. Lo! the UNLETTERED HIND, who never knew to raise his mind excursive to the heights of abstract contemplation, as he sits on the green hillock by the hedge-row side, what time the insect swarms are murmuring, and marks, in silent thought, the broken clouds, that fringe with loveliest hues the evening sky, FEELS in his soul the hand of nature rouse the thrill of GRATITUDE to Him Who FORMED the goodly prospect; he beholds the God throned in the WEST; and his reposing car hears sounds ANGELIC in the fitful breeze, that floats through neighboring copse or fairy brake, or lingers, playful, on the haunted stream.

25. They shall hear of my VENGEANCE, that would scorn to LISTEN to the story of my WRONGS. The MISERABLE HIGHLAND DROVER, bankrupt, barefooted, stripped of all, dishonored, and hunted down, because the avarice of others grasped at more than that poor all could pay, shall BURST on them in an AWFUL

CHANGE.