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8. Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that.

9. Studies serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability.

10. Has there any old fellow got mixed with the boys?

11. Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.

12. BUGLE SONG.

O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going;
O sweet and far, from cliff and scar,

The horns of Elf-land faintly blowing!

Blow; let us hear the purple glens replying;
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

13. THE BELLS.

Hear the sledges with the bells

Silver bells!

TENNYSON.

What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,

In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;

Keeping time, time, time,

In a sort of Runic rhyme,

To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells

From the bells, bells, bells, bells,

Bells, bells, bells;

From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. POE.

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Now the bright morning Star, day's harbinger,

Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her

The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire:
Woods and groves are of thy dressing,
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

15. DRIFTING.

The day so mild is Heaven's own child,
With Earth and Ocean reconciled;
The airs I feel around me steal

Are murmuring to the murmuring keel.
Over the rail my hand I trail
Within the shadow of the sail;
A joy intense-the cooling sense-
Glides down my drowsy indolence.

16. TO A SKYLARK.

Hail to thee, blithe spirit

Bird thou never wert

That from heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart

In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Higher still and higher,

From the earth thou springest;

Like a cloud of fire

The blue deep thou wingest,

MILTON.

READ.

And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

17. PASSING AWAY.

Was it the chime of a tiny béll

That came so sweet to my dreaming éar,

Like the silvery tones of a fairy's shell,

SHELLEY.

That he winds, on the beach, so mellow and cléar,

When the winds and the waves lie together asleep,
And the Moon and the Fairy are watching the deep,
She dispensing her silvery light,

And he his notes as silvery quite,

While the boatman listens and ships his óar,
To catch the music that comes from the shore?
Hark! the notes on my ear that play,

Are set to words: as they flóat, they say,
"Pássing away! pássing away!”

18. EVE OF ELECTION.

From gold to gray, our mild, sweet day
Of Indian summer fades too soon;
But tenderly, above the sea,

PIERPONT.

Hangs, white and calm, the hunter's moon.

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In its pale fire the village spire

Shows like the zodiac's spectral lance;
The painted walls, whereon it falls,
Transfigured stand in marble trance!

CONCERT DRILL ON PURE TONE.

WHITTIER.

1. Repeat, four times, the long vowels, ā, ē, ī, ō, ū: (1) With moderate force, pure tone, and rising inflection. (2) With soft or gentle force. (3) With high pitch, pure tone, and sustained force.

2. Count from one to fifty: (1) With quiet conversational tone and rising inflection. (2) Falling inflection. (3) Circumflex inflection. (4) The monotone.

3. Give the sound of long o, prolonged for ten seconds; of ä; of ē.

4. In high pitch, and thin, clear, pure tone, call as to persons at a distance: ho! ho! ho!

II. THE OROTUND.

1. The orotund is a round, deep, full, clear, resonant

chest tone of voice. It has the flow and fullness of an organ-peal. It is the tone of emotion, excitement, and passion.

2. The orotund has the smoothness of pure tone, but combines it with a much heavier volume of sound. The swelling tones of the orotund are the appropriate means of expressing reverence, awe, sublimity, grandeur, and strong feeling or passion. It prevails in oratorical declamation and in the reading of lyric or dramatic poetry.

3. The prevailing stress of the orotund is the median, changing, however, under excitement, into the radical.

4. In the orotund utterance, the breathing must be full and deep, to insure a good supply of breath; the mouth must be well opened; all the vocal organs must be called into full play; and then, in harmony with strong emotions, the voice swells out like the blast of a bugle or the resonant swell of an organ.

5. The three degrees of the orotund may be distinguished as the effusive, the expulsive, and the explosive.

OROTUND DRILL.

1. Repeat, four times, in monotone, the long vocals, ā, ē, ī, ō, ū.

2. Inhale to the utmost capacity of the lungs and then give, with strong swell and round tone, the sound of long o, prolonged as long as the breath will allow. 3. Repeat four times the following vocals: ē, ā, ä, a, ō, ọ. 4. Lo! the mighty sun looks forth!

Arm! thou leader of the north.

5. Awake! Arise! or be forever fallen!

6. Air, earth, and sea, resound his praise abroad. 7. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll, Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain.

8. Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness. 9. Hail! holy light, offspring of Heaven first-born! 10. Liberty! freedom! Tyranny is dead!

11. It thunders! sons of dust, in reverence bow! 12. Hear the mellow wedding bells-golden bells. 13. Hear the loud alarum bells-brazen bells. 14. O thou Eternal One! whose presence bright All space doth occupy, all motion guide, Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight; Thou only God! There is no God beside!

EXAMPLES OF EFFUSIVE OROTUND.

1. THE ARSENAL.

This is the Arsenal. From floor to céiling,
Like a huge òrgan, rise the burnished àrms;
But from their silent pípes no anthem péaling,
Startles the villages | with strange alàrms.

Áh! what a sound will rise-how wild and dreary-
When the death-angel touches those swift kèys!
What loud lament and dismal Miserére
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Will mingle with their awful symphonies!

I héar even now the infinite fierce chorus,
The cries of agony, the endless groan,

Which, through the ages that have gone befóre us,
In long reverberations | reach our own.

2. THE OCEAN.

LONGFELLOW.

The armaments which thunderstrike the walls |
Of rock-built cíties, bidding nátions quake,
And monarchs | tremble in their cápitals;
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make |
Their clay creator | the vain title take |

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