EXAMPLES OF DESCRIPTION AND SUGGESTION.

Though rudely blows the wintry blast,
And sifting snows fall white and fast,
Mark Haley drives along the street,
Perched high upon his wagon seat:
His sombre face the storm defies;
And thus from morn till eve he cries-
Charco'! charco'!"

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While echo faint and far replies

"Charco'!"-"hark O!"-Such cheery sounds
Attend him on his daily rounds.-Trowbridge.

A million little diamonds twinkled on the trees;

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A million little maidens said: A jewel, if you please."
But while they held their hands outstretched to catch the dia-

monds gay,

A million little sunbeams came and stole them all away.

Under his slouched hat left and right

He glanced; the old flag met his sight.
"Halt!"—the dust-brown ranks stood fast;
"Fire!"-out blazed the rifle-blast.

It shivered the window, pane and sash,
It rent the banner with seam and gash.
Quick, as it fell from the broken staff,
Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf.

She leaned far out on the window-sill,

And shook it forth with a royal will.—Whittier.

I want free life and I want fresh air;

And I sigh for the canter after the cattle,
The crack of the whips like shots in battle,

The melée of horns, and hoofs, and heads,

That wars and wrangles and scatters and spreads;
The green beneath and the blue above,

And dash and danger and life and love

And Lasca-Desprez.

Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows,

And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows;
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar.
-Pope.

Collecting, projecting, receding and speeding,
And shocking and rocking, and darting and parting,
And threading and spreading, and whizzing and hissing,
And dripping and skipping, and hitting and splitting,
And shining and twining, and rattling and battling,
And shaking and quaking, and pouring and roaring,
And waving and raving, and tossing and crossing,
And flowing and going, and running and stunning,
And foaming and roaming, and dinning and spinning,
And dropping and hopping, and working and jerking,
And guggling and struggling, and heaving and cleaving,
And moaning and groaning;

And glittering and flittering, and gathering and feathering, And whitening and brightening, and quivering and shivering, And hurrying and skurrying, and thundering and floundering;

Retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting,
Delaying and straying and playing and spraying,
Advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing,
Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling,

And gleaming, and streaming and steaming and beaming,
And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping,
And curling and whirling and purling and twirling,
And thumping and pumping and bumping and jumping,
And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing;
And so never ending, but always descending,
Sounds and motions forever and ever are blending,
All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar,

And this way the water comes down at Lodore.—Southey.

Then the hangman drew near, an' the people grew still,
Young faces turned sickly, an' warm hearts turned chill;

An' the rope bein' ready, his neck was made bare

For the gripe iv the life-strangling cord to prepare;

An' the good priest has left him, havin' said his last prayer.
But the good priest done more, for his hands he unbound,
An' with one darin' spring Jim has leaped on the ground;
Bang! bang! goes the carbines, an' clash goes the sabres!
He's not down! he's alive, still! now stand to him, neighbors!
Through the smoke an' the horses he's into the crowd—
By the heavens, he's free!-than thunder more loud,
By one shout from the people the heavens were shaken—
One shout that the dead of the world might awaken.
The sodgers ran this way, the sheriffs ran that,
An' Father Malone lost his new Sunday hat;
To-night he'll be sleepin' in Aherloe glin,

An' the divil's in the dice if you catch him ag'in.
Your swords they may glitter, your carbines go bang,
But if you want hangin', it's yourself you must hang.

-J. S. Lefanu.

There was all the excitement of a race about it. Chirp, chirp, chirp! Cricket a mile ahead. Hum, hum, hum-m-m! Kettle making play in the distance, like a great top. Chirp, chirp, chirp! Cricket round the corner. Hum, hum, hum-m-m! Kettle sticking to him in his own way; no idea of giving in. Chirp, chirp, chirp! Cricket fresher than ever. Hum, hum, hum-m-m! Kettle slow and steady. Chirp, chirp, chirp! Cricket going in to finish him. Hum, hum, hum-m-m! Kettle not to be finished. Until at last, they got so jumbled together, in the hurry-scurry, helter-skelter of the match, that whether the Kettle chirped and the Cricket hummed, or the Cricket chirped and the Kettle hummed, or they both chirped and both hummed, it would have taken a clearer head than yours or mine to decide with anything like certainty.-Dickens.

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Just then I heard somebody a long way off say, "Whip poor Will!" 'Bedad!" sez I, I'm glad it isn't Jamie that's got to take it, though it seems it's more in sorrow than in anger they are doin' it, or why should they say, 'poor Will?' An' sure they can't be Injin, haythin, or naygur, for it's plain English they're afther spakin'. Maybe they might help me out o' this," so I

shouted at the top of my voice, Prisently an answer came:

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A lost man!" Thin I listened.

Who? Whoo? Whooo?"

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"Jamie Butler, the waiver!" sez I, as loud as I could roar, an' snatchin' up me bundle an' stick, I started in the direction of the voice.-Jimmie Butler and the Owl.

It is not growing like a tree

In bulk, doth make man better be;

Or standing long an oak (three hundred year),
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear;
A lily of a day

Is fairer far in May,

Although it fall and die that night

It was the plant and flower of light.

In small proportions we just beauties see;

And in short measures life may perfect be. -Ben Jonson

He clasps the crag with hooked hands:
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

-Tennyson,

"The Eagle."

LESSON XL.

Final Hints on Attitudes and Bearings.

The FEET are near together in timidity and weakness; they are separated in active, strong conditions.

The KNEES are relaxed in submission, weakness, fear, horror; they are normally firm in normal conditions; they stiffen in defiance.

The HIPS thrown forward indicate pomposity, arro

gance, vulgarity; drawn back they indicate humility, timidity.

The CHEST expanded denotes strength, activity, nobility of mind; contracted, indicates weakness, either of soul or of body, or of both.

The attitudes of the HEAD have been fully discussed in previous lessons.

The ARMS, in repose, fall naturally at the sides when standing, or in the lap when sitting. The hands may also be carelessly locked together in front, or one or both arms allowed to rest easily on the reading-desk, table, or arm of the chair.

The arms are folded in front in concentration of thought or emotion, control of passion; one or both are behind the back in concealment, reflection. If you fold the arms easily and then raise the forearm that is on the outside, so that the hand is at the lips, or the chin or side of the cheek rest upon it, you have another attitude of reflection or concentration of mind that is very common (Fig. 35). Practise going into this attitude without the preliminary fold of the arms, as soon as you have acquired the correct position.

FIG. 35.

The ELBOW turned out indicates arrogance, self-assertion, conceit; with the hands on the hips these indications are very marked and generally vulgar.