aged three years and five months, contains numerous examples of the parenthesis.

Thou happy, happy elf!

(But stop!-first let me kiss away that tear)—

Thou tiny image of myself!

(My love, he's poking peas into his ear)

Thou měrry laughing sprite! with spirits feather light Untouch'd by sorrow, and unsoil'd by sin(Good heavens! the child is swallowing a pin !)

Thou little tricksy Puck

With antic toys so funnily bestuck,

Light as the singing-bird that wings the air,

(The door! the door! he'll tumble down the stair !)

Thou darling of thy sire!

(Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire!)

Thou imp of mirth and joy!

In love's dear chain so strong and bright a link,
Thou idol of thy parents-(Drat the boy!
There goes my ink!)

Thou cherub--but of earth!

Fit playfellow for fays bv moonlight pale,
In harmless sport and mirth,

(The dog will bite him if he pulls its tail!)

Thou human humming-bee, extracting honey
From every blossom in the world that blows,
Singing in youth's Elysium ever sunny,
(Another tumble-that's his precious nose !)
Thy father's pride and hope!

(He'll break the mirror with that skipping-rope !)
With pure heart newly stamp'd from nature's mint,
(Where did he learn that squint!)

Toss the light ball-bestride the stick,
(I knew so many cakes would make him sick!)
With fancies buoyant as the thistle down,
Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk,

With many a lamb-like frisk,

(He's got the scissors, snipping at your gown!)

Fresh as the morn, and brilliant as its star,
(I wish that window had an iron bar!)
Bold as the hawk, yet gentle as the dove-
(I'll tell you what, my love,

I cannot write unless he's sent above!)

EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION.

Spirited Declamation.

"He woke to hear his sentry's shriek

'To arms! They come ! The Greek! the Greek.'"

"Strike-till the last arm'd foe expires;
Strike-for your altars and your fires;
Strike-for the green graves of your sires,
God, and your native land."

"Shout, Tyranny, shout,

Through your dungeons and palaces, 'Freedom is o'er.'"

"On, ye brave,

Who rush to glory, or the grave!

Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave!
And charge with all thy chivalry !"

"Now for the fight-now for the cannon peal!
Forward-through blood, and toil, and cloud, and fire!
On, then, hussars! Now give them rein and heel!
Think of the orphan child, the murdered sire.
Earth cries for blood. In thunder on them wheel,
This hour to Europe's fate shall set the triumph seal.

Gay, Brisk, and Humorous Description.

"Last came Jyo's estatic trial,

He, with viny crown advancing,

First to the lively pipe his hand address'd;

But soon he saw the brisk, awakening viol,

Whose sweet, entrancing sound he loved the best."

"I come, I come !-Ye have call'd me long,
I come o'er the mountains with light and song.
Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth,
By the winds which tell of the violet's birth."

"Then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She comes,

In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,

Drawn by a team of little atomies
Athwart men's noses, as they lie asleep;
Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs;
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
The traces, of the smallest spider's web;
The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams,
Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash, of film;
Her wagoner, a small, gray-coated gnat,
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut,
Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,
Time out of mind the fairies' coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops, night by night.
Sometimes she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail,
Tickling a parson's nose as he lies asleep;
Then dreams he of another benefice.

Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck;
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear; at which he starts and wakes,
And, being thus frighten'd, mutters a prayer or tw
And sleeps again."

Unimpassioned Narrative.

"There was a man in the land of Uz, whose name was Job, and that man was perfect and upright, and one that feared God and eschewed evil."

Dignified Sentiments.

"Sir, in the most express terms, I deny the competency of parliament to do this act. I warn you, do not dare to lay your hands on the constitution. I tell you that if, circumstanced as you are, you pass this act, it will be a nullity, and no man in Ireland will be bound to obey it. I make the assertion deliberately. I repeat it, and call on any man who ears me to take down my words. You have not been elected for this purpose. You are appointed to make laws, not legis latures."

Solemn and Impressive Thoughts.

"It must be so :

:-Plato, thou reasonest well,
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?

Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror,
Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
"Tis the divinity that stirs within us,

'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.

Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
Through what variety of untried being,

Through what new scenes and changes must we pass!
The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me;
But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it."

Awe and Solemnity.

"To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them? To die,—to sleep;
No more ;-and, by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to ;-'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die ;—to sleep ;-
To sleep! perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause."

Deep Solemnity, Awe, Consternation.

"In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face. The hair of my flesh stood up. It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof. An image was before mine eyes. There was silence, and I heard a voice: 'Shall mortal man be more just than God?"

Besides practising the examples as they are arranged on the preceding pages, they should be so varied as to require a sudden transition of the voice from one extreme of intervals to another. By this practice, the pupil may at any time, by determining the depth and grade of feeling, strike the appropriate note with as much precision as the vocalist can, when executing any note of the scale.

The elements of impassioned utterance are many and various; and although each one must be considered in an insulated light, yet no one of them is ever heard alone; no one ever exists separately in correct and varied speech. They are always applied in combination, and several are sometimes combined in a single act of utterance. We may have under one syllabic impulse, a long quantity, a wide interval, aspiration, and some one of the modes of stress, all simultaneous in effecting a particular purpose of expression.

As the sister Graces produce the most pleasing effect when arranged in one family group, so an impassioned sentiment may be most deeply and vividly impressed by the combination of several vocal elements. This might be clearly illustrated In cases of deep and overwhelming emotions, where the monotone will be found one of the essential constituents, combined with long quantity, the lowest and deepest notes, slow movement, and partially suppressed force, in expressing this condi tion of the soul.