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And shout, and groan, and sabre stroke,
And death-shots falling thick and fast,
As lightnings from the mountain cloud,
And heard, with voice as trumpet loud,
Bozzaris cheer his band ;—
'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'"

Back to thy punishment,

False fugitive! and to thy speed add wings;
Lest, with a whip of scorpions, I pursue

Thy lingerings, or with one stroke of this dart,
Strange horror seize thee, and pangs unfelt before !"

"This day's the birth of sorrows! This hour's work
Wiii breed proscriptions. Look to your hearths, my lords,
For there henceforth shall sit, for household gods,
Shapes hot from Tartarus !—all shames and crimes :
Wan Treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn;
Suspicion, poisoning his brother's cup;
Naked Rebellion, with the torch and axe,
Making his wild sport of your blazing thrones,
'Till Anarchy comes down on you like Night
And Massacre seals Rome's eternal grave."

SEMITONE.

(Plaintiveness of speech, or the semitonic movement.)

In ascending the musical scale, if the tone of the voice, in moving from the seventh space to the eighth, be compared to the utterance of a plaintive sentiment, their identity will be perceived. The interval from the seventh to the eighth is a semitone.

Every one knows a plaintive utterance, and the pupil may at any time discriminate a semitone, and hit its interval by affecting a plaintive expression.

Subjects of pathos and tenderness, uttered on any pitch,

high or low, are capable of being sounded with this marked plaintiveness of character. Let the pupil devote much time to this subject. He must acquire the power of transferring its plaintiveness to any interval, in order to give a just coloring to expressions which call for its use.

This movement of the voice is a very frequent element in expression, and performs high offices in speech. It is used in expressions of grief, pity, and supplication. It is the natural and unstudied language of sorrow, contrition, condolence, commiseration, tenderness, compassion, mercy, fondness, vexation, chagrin, impatience, fatigue, pain, with all the shades of difference which may exist between them. It is appropriate in the treatment of all subjects which appeal to human sympathy.

When the semitone is united with quantity and tremor, the force of the expression is greatly increased. The tremulous semitonic movement may be used on a single word, the more emphatically to mark its plaintiveness of character; or it may, be used in continuation through a whole sentence, when the speaker, in the ardor of distressful and tender supplication, would give utterance to the intensity of his feelings.

EXAMPLES IN PLAINTIVE UTTERANCE.

"My mother! when I heard that thou wast dead,
Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed?
Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son,
Wretch even then, life's journey just begun?
I heard the bell toll on thy burial day;
I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away;
And, turning from my nursery window, drew
A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu.
But was it such? It was. Where thou art gone,
Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown."

"Would I had never trod this English earth,
Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it.

Ye have angels' faces, but Heaven knows your hearts, —
I am the most unhappy woman living."

"MOURNFULLY! Oh, mournfully
This midnight wind doth sigh,
Like some sweet, plaintive melody,
Of ages long gone by!

It speaks a tale of other years—
Of hopes that bloom'd to die-
Of sunny smiles that set in tears,
And loves that mouldering lie!
"Mournfully! Oh, mournfully

This midnight wind doth moan!
It stirs some chord or memory
In each dull, heavy tone;
The voices of the much-loved dead
Seem floating thereupon-
All, all my fond heart cherish'd

Ere death hath made it lone."

"WELL knows the fair and friendly moon

The band that Marion leads

The glitter of their rifles,

The scampering of their steeds.
"Tis life our fiery barbs to guide
Across the moonlight plains;
"Tis life to feel the night-wind

That lifts their tossing manes.
A moment in the British camp-
A moment-and away,
Back to the pathless forest,

Before the peep of day.

"Grave men there are by broad Santee,

Grave men with hoary hairs,

Their hearts are all with Marion,

For Marion are their prayers.. And lovely ladies greet our band, With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer,

And tears like those of spring

MOTHERWELL.

For them we wear these trusty arms,

And lay them down no more Till we have driven the Briton Forever from our shore."

ALAS! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun!
Oh! it was pitiful !
Near a whole city full,
Home she had none.

Sisterly, brotherly,
Fatherly, motherly,

Feelings had changed:
Love, by harsh evidence,
Thrown from its eminence:
Even God's providence
Seeming estranged.

Where the lamps quiver
So far in the river,
With many a light,

From window and casement,
From garret to basement,
She stood with amazement,
Houseless by night.

The bleak winds of March

Made her tremble and shiver;

But not the dark arch,

Or the black flowing river:
Mad from life's history,

Glad to death's mystery

Swift to be hurl'd-
Anywhere, anywhere,
Out of the world!

BRYANT.

T. Hoor.

THE PAST.

How wild and dim this life appears!
One long, deep, heavy sigh,

When o'er our eyes, half closed in tears,
The images of former years

Are faintly glittering by!

And still forgotten while they go !
As on the sea-beach, wave on wave,
Dissolves at once in snow,

The amber clouds one moment lie,
Then, like a dream, are gone!
Though beautiful the moonbeams play
On the lake's bosom, bright as they,
And the soul intensely loves their stay,
Soon as the radiance melts away,

We scarce believe it shone !

Heaven-airs amid the harp-strings dwell,
And we wish they ne'er may fade-
They cease and the soul is a silent cell,
Where music never play'd!

Dreams follow dreams, thro' the long night-hours,

Each lovelier than the last

But, ere the breath of morning-flowers,

That gorgeous world flies past; And many a sweet angelic cheek, Whose smiles of fond affection speak,

Glides by us on this earth;

While in a day we cannot tell

Where shone the face we loved so well

In sadness, or in mirth !

WHERE ARE THE DEAD?

WILSON.

WHERE are the mighty ones of ages past,
Who o'er the world their inspiration cast,-
Whose memories stir our spirits like a blast?
Where are the dead?