And he will wake my infant from its sleep,
To blend its feeble wailing with my tears.

Oh! how I love a mother's watch to keep,
Over those sleeping eyes-that smile, which cheers
My heart, though sunk in sorrow, fixed and deep!
I had a husband once, who loved me. Now,
He ever wears a frown upon his brow.

EXERCISE VIII.

RULE 5. The language of earnest entreaty, lamentation, remorse, horror, and despair, should generally be uttered with moderate movement, and in a tone of voice somewhat subdued and below the middle pitch. The falling inflection usually prevails.

Earnest Entreaty and Lamentation.

1. Forsake me not thus, Adam! Witness, Heaven,
What love sincere, and reverence in my heart,
I bear thee, and unwitting have offended,
Unhappily deceived! Thy suppliant,

2.

I beg and clasp thy knees; bereave me not,
Whereon I live, thy gentle looks, thy aid,
Thy counsel in this uttermost distress,
My only strength and stay. Forlorn of thee,
Whither should I betake me, where subsist?
On me, exercise not

Thy hatred for this misery befallen,

On me, already lost, me, than thyself
More miserable;-both have sinn'd; but thou,
Against God only; I, against God and thee.

QUESTION. What is the rule for reading the language of entreaty, lamentation, remorse, horror and despair?

3. Look down, illustrious senators of Rome! from that height of power to which you are raised, on the unexampled distresses of a prince, who is, by the cruelty of a wicked intruder, become an outcast from all mankind. Let not the crafty insinuations of him who returns murder for adoption, prejudice your judg ment. Do not listen to the wretch who has butchered the son and relations of a king, who gave him power to sit on the same throne with his own sons.

4. Fathers, senators of Rome, arbiters of nations, to you I fly for refuge from the murderous fury of Jugurtha. By your affection for your children; by your love for your country; by your own virtues; by the majesty of the Roman commonwealth; by all that is sacred, and all that is dear to you,- deliver a wretched prince from undeserved, unprovoked injury; and save the kingdom of Numidia, which is your own property, from being the prey of violence, usurpation, and cruelty.

Lamentation, Remorse, and Despair.

1. Me miserable! which way shall I fly,
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair?
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;
And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep
Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide,
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
O then at last relent. Is there no place
Left for repentance, none for pardon left?
None left but by submission; and that word
Disdain forbids me, and my dread of shame
Among the spirits beneath, whom I seduced
With other promises and other vaunts,
Than to submit, boasting I could subdue
Th' Omnipotent.

2.

Ah me! they little know

How dearly I abide that boast so vain!
Under what toiments inwardly I groan,
While they adore me on the throne of hell!
With diadem and scepter high advanced,
The lower still I fall, only supreme
In misery. Such joy ambition finds.
But say I could repent, and could obtain,

By act of grace, my former state; how soon
Would height recall high thoughts, how soon unsay
What feigned submission swore! Ease would recant
Vows made in pain, as violent and void.

This knows my punisher; therefore, as far
From granting he, as I from begging peace.
All hope excluded thus, behold instead
Of us, outcast, exil'd, his new delight,
Mankind created, and for him this world.

So farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear;
Farewell remorse. All good to me is lost.

Remorse, Horror, and Despair.

1. Solitude shall protract the lingering hours of eternity, and darkness aggravate the horrors of despair. At this moment, I seemed to be driven by some secret and invisible power, through the glowing system of creation, and passed innumerable worlds in a moment. As I approached the verge of nature, I perceived the shadows of total and boundless vacuity open before me, a dreadful region of eternal silence, solitude, and darkness.

2. Unutterable horror seized me at the prospect, and this exclamation burst from me with all the vehemence of desire;

O, that I had been doomed forever to the common receptacle of impenitence and guilt! there society would have alleviated the torment of despair; and the rage of fire could not have excluded the comfort of light. Or, if I had been condemned to reside in a comet, that would return but once in a thousand years to the regions of light and life, the hope of these periods, however distant, would cheer me in the dread interval of cold and darkness; and the vicissitudes would divide eternity into time.

a

LAS CASAS TO PIZARRO.b-SHERIDAN.

Complaint, Earnest Entreaty, and Denunciation.

1. Is then the dreadful measure of your cruelty not yet complete Battle! gracious heaven! Against whom? Against a king in whose mild bosom your atrocious injuries, even yet, have not excited hate; but who, insulted or victorious, still sues for peace. Against a people, who never wronged the living being their Creator formed; a people, the children of innocence! who received you as cherished guests, with eager hospitality and confiding kindness. Generously and freely did they share with you, their comforts, their treasures, and their homes. You repaid them by fraud, oppression, and dishonor. These eyes have witnessed all I speak; as gods ye were received; as fiends ye have acted.

2. Pizarro, hear me! Hear me, chieftains! And thou, All-powerful! whose thunder can shiver into sand the adamantine rock; whose lightnings can pierce the core of the riven and quaking earth; O! let thy power give effect to thy servant's words, as thy spirit gives courage to his will! Do not, I implore you, chieftains, countrymen do not, I implore

Las Casas, a Spanish prelate, who sailed with Columbus to the West Indies. b Pizarro, a Spanish general, ignorant and cruel, who invaded Peru in 1525, and caused the king, Atahualpa to be burned.

you, renew the foul barbarities your insatiate avarice has inflicted on this wretched, unoffending race! But hush, my sighs! fall not, ye drops of useless sorrow! heart-breaking anguish, choke not my utterance. All I entreat is,―send me once more to those you call your enemies. O! let me be the messenger of penitence from you; and I shall return with blessings of peace from them. Elvira, you weep! Alas! does this dreadful crisis move no heart but thine? Time flies, words are unavailing,—the chieftains declare for instant battle!

3. O God! thou hast anointed me thy servant, not to curse, but to bless my countrymen; yet now my blessing on their force, were blasphemy against thy goodness. No! I curse your purpose, homicides! I curse the bond of blood, by which you are united. May fell division, infamy, and rout, defeat your projects, and rebuke your hopes! On you, and on your children, be the peril of the innocent blood which shall be shed this day! I leave you, and forever! No longer shall these aged eyes be seared by the horrors they have witnessed.

EXERCISE IX.

RULE 6. Language which is grave, grand, or sublime, should generally be read on the low pitch, with a distinct and deliberate utterance, slow movement, and prevailing monotone.

THE FIXED STARS.-DR. CHALMERS.

Grandeur and Sublimity.

1. The first thing which strikes a scientific observer of the fixed stars, is their immeasurable distance. If the whole Chalmers, (Thomas,) an eminent Scotch divine.

QUESTION. What is the rule for language that is grave, grand, or sublime