11. HYMN 108, Book II. 1 Come, let us lift our joyful eyes And sinile to see our Father there, 2 Once 'twas the seat of dreadful wrath, 3 Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood, 4 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring, 12. HYMN 116, Book II. 1 How can I sink with such a prop Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, 2 How can I die while Jesus lives, 3 All that I am, and all I have, Whate'er my duty bids me give, 4 Yet, if I might make some reserve, I love my God with zeal so great 13. Missionary Hymn. 1 From Greenland's icy mountains, 2 What tho' the spicy breezes In vain with lavish kindness 3 Shall we whose souls are lighted 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, Bishop Heber, EXERCISES. PART II.. FAMILIAR PIECES. The reader will observe that no rhetorical notation is applied in the following Exercises. 29. Hamlet's Instruction to Players. : Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your 5 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 beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tat10 ters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod. Pray you, avoid it.- -Be not too tame neither; 15 but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing; whose end, both at the first, and now, was, and is, to 20 hold as 'twere the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now this, overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the 25 censure of which one, must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players, that I have seen play,—and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, 30 nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. Shakspeare. 5 F. Touch not thy mother, boy-Thou canst not C. Why, father? She still wakens at this hour. C. And what is dead? If she be dead, why then 'tis only sleeping, For I am sure she sleeps. Come, mother, -rise— F. Her heart is cold. 10 Her limbs are bloodless, would that mine were so ! C. If she would waken she would soon be warm. Why is she wrapt in this thin sheet? If I, 15 This winter morning, were not covered better, F. No-not like her: The fire might warm you, or thick clothes-but her- C. If I could wake her, She would smile on me, as she always does, 20 And kiss me. Mother! you have slept too long― F. Come, my child. C. Once, when I sat upon her lap, I felt 30. Only mine was the quickest-And I feel My own heart yet-but her's-I cannot feel— F. Child! child!-you drive me mad-Come hence. C. Nay, father, be not angry! let me stay here F. I have told you, 35 Your Mother cannot wake-not in this world- When we have slept like her, then we shall see her. F. No, unhappy child! 40 Full many a night shall pass, ere thou canst sleep That last, long sleep.-Thy father soon shall sleep it; Then wilt thou be deserted upon earth: None will regard thee; thou wilt soon forget 50 55 C. Father! Father! Why do you look so terribly upon me, F. Hurt thee, darling? no! Has sorrow's violence so much of anger, That it should fright my boy? Come, dearest, come. F. Too well I love you. C. All you have said I cannot now remember, GEN. iii.- Now the serpent was more subtile than any beast of the field which the Lord God had made and he said unto the woman, yea, bath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden? 2 And the woman said unto the serpent, we may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden 3. But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst |