forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave; but thou thyself movest alone. When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm.

3. Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the Republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full-high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their original lustre, not a stripe erased or polluted nor a single star obscured; bearing for its motto no such miserable interrogatory as What is all this worth? nor those other words of delusion and folly, Liberty first and union afterward, but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart: Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable!

The aspirated voice consists of forcibly-emitted breath, united with a slight portion of pure tone, and is used to express horror, terror, wonder, amazement, fear, and rage.

EXAMPLES.

1. How ill this taper burns! Ha! who comes here?
I think it is the weakness of mine eyes
That shapes this monstrous apparition.
It comes upon me! Art thou any thing?

2. Lady M. Alack! I am afraid, they have awaked,
And 'tis not done:-the attempt and not the deed
Confounds us;-Hark!—I laid their daggers ready;
He could not miss them.-Had he not resembled
My father as he slept, I had done't. My husband?

Enter MACBETH.

Macb. I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?

Lady M. I heard the owl scream, and the crickets cry. Did not you speak?

Macb. When?

Lady M. Now.

Macb. As I descended?

Lady M. Ay.

Macb. Hark!-Who lies in the second chamber?

Lady M. Donalbain.

Macb. This is a sorry sight. [Looking at his hands.]

Lady M. A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.

Macb. There's one did laugh in his sleep, and one cried murder! That they did wake each other; I stood and heard them:

But they did say their prayers, and addressed them

Again to sleep.

3. Ah! mercy on my soul! What is that? My old friend's ghost! They say none but wicked folks walk; I wish I were at the bottom of a coal-pit. See! how long and pale his face has grown since his death. He never was handsome; and death has improved him very much the wrong way. Pray do not come near me! I wish'd you very well when you were alive, but I could never abide a dead man cheek by jowl with me.

Ah, ah, mercy on us! No nearer, pray; if it be only to take leave of me that you are come back, I could have excused you the ceremony with all my heart; or if you-mercy on us! no nearer, pray; or, if you have wronged anybody, as you always loved money a little, I give you the word of a frightened Christian, I will pray as long as you please for the deliverance or repose of your departed soul. My good, worthy, noble friend, do, pray disappear, as ever you would wish your old friend to come to his senses again.

4.

Hor. Look, my lord, it comes!

[Enter GHOST.]

Ham. Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!

Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damned,

Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell,

Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,

Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,

That I will speak to thee. I'll call thee, Hamlet,

King, father, royal Dane. O, answer me.

Let me not burst in ignorance! but tell,

Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements! why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurned,

Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws,
To cast thee up again! What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel,
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous; and we fools of nature,
So horridly to shake our disposition,

With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Say, why is this? wherefore? what should we do?

The guttural is formed in the throat, and consists of a harsh sound united with aspiration. It is used to express reproach, malice, hatred, scorn, contempt, and loathing.

EXAMPLES.

1. Thou worm! thou viper! to thy native earth
Return! Away! Thou art too base for man
To tread upon! Thou scum! Thou reptile!

2. Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold:

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

Which thou dost glare with! Hence, horrible shadow,
Unreal mockery, hence!

3. Thou den of drunkards with the blood of princes!
Gehenna of the waters! thou sea Sodom!

Thus I devote thee to the infernal gods!

Thee and thy serpent seed!-Slave, do thine office!
Strike as I struck the foe! Strike as I would

Have struck those tyrants! Strike deep as my curse!
Strike-and but once!

4. Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward,
Thou little valiant, great in villainy!

Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou,
A ramping fool! to brag, and stamp, and swear
Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave!
Thou wear a lion's hide! Doff it for shame,
And hang a calf's skin on those recreant limbs.

5. How like a fawning publican he looks!
I hate him, for he is a Christian.

But more for that, in low simplicity,

He lends out money gratis, and brings down
The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
If I can catch him once upon the hip,

I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

The tremor is a tremulous movement of the voice, and may be divided into the joyous tremor and the plaintive tremor: the former may be used to express mirth and excessive joy, and the latter to express sorrow, lamentation, tenderness, pity, and earnest supplication. This tremulous movement of the voice is heard in crying and laughing. In the former the voice moves through semitones, which produces the plaintive tremor; in the latter it moves through whole tones, producing the joyous tremor. When the plaintive tremor is governed by taste, it becomes an expressive element in speech.

EXAMPLES OF JOYOUS TREMOR.

1. A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,

A motley fool; a miserable world!

As I do live by food, I met a fool,

Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the sun,

And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms,

In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.

2. Onward! onward to the sea!

Oh, the ocean wild for me!

3. Oh! 'tis sweet balm to our despair,
Fond, fairest boy,

That heaven is God's, and thou art there
With him in joy.

4. Joy, joy forever! my task is done!—
The gates are pass'd, and heaven is won!
Oh! am I not happy? I am, I am!

EXAMPLES OF PLAINTIVE TREMOR.
1. Had he not one kind word for me?

2. I feel thy breath upon my cheek;
I see thee smile, I hear thee speak;
Till, oh, my heart is like to break,
Casa Wappy.

3. She was dead. Dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell was dead. Her little bird, a poor, slight thing, which the pressure of a finger would have crushed, was stirring nimbly in its cage, and the strong heart of its child-mistress was mute and motionless forever. Where were the traces of her early cares, her sufferings, and fatigues? All gone. Sorrow was dead, indeed, in her; but peace and perfect happiness were born-imaged-in her tranquil beauty and profound And still her former self lay there, unaltered in this

repose. change.

4. Cold is thy brow, my son; and I am chill

As to my bosom I have tried to press thee.

How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill,

Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee,
And hear thy sweet "my father" from these dumb
And cold lips, Absalom!

NOTE.-Let other passages be selected and read in the appropri ate voice. The pure voice and the orotund should receive the most attention, though the others should not be neglected.