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Who, finally, in strong integrity
See the sole bliss, Heaven could on all bestow, Which, who but feels can taste, but thinks can know ; Yet poor with fortune, and with learning blind, The bad must miss, the good untaught will find; Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through nature up to nature's God; Pursues that chain which links the immense design, Joins heaven and earth, and mortal and divine ; Sees that no being any bliss can know, But touches some above, and some below;
Learns, from this union of the rising whole,
XIV.-Pause, Inflections of Voice, and Special
Emphasis. Words in ROMAN CAPITALS are especially emphatic, and to be used with the rising Inflection.
INTERROGATION. Interrogation, in its simplest form, is merely the asking of a question; but it is frequently used as a
figure of speech, and, in such case, adds great force to eloquence in general, but especially to direct personal appeals. Interrogation is denoted by the sign 6).
The word on which the main stress of the interrogation is laid, must be read (however placed in the sentence) with marked, but not violent and loud, Emphasis.
Questions usually terminate with the suspending pause ; and if asked by a Verb, with the rising inflection.
Questions commencing with Pronouns and Adverbs, terminate with the falling inflection.
In a series of questions separated by or, the first takes the rising inflection, and the remainder ordinarily the falling inflection.
Here, however, as in other instances, the aim of the reader must be to adapt his voice to the ŋature of the subject.
Antitheses and Contrasts involved in Interrogations, must be marked as nearly as circumstances allow, as previously described.
An answer to a question returns to the ordinary pitch, and follows the rules already given.
SIMULTANEOUS EXERCISES. 1. Shall a good man' feel no indignation against INJUSTICE and BARBARITY?
2. Have I no interest at ALL? Can I be contented with none' - but one SEPARATE and DETACHED?
3. Am I not related to the very EARTH ITSELF? Are such abilities' made for NO PURPOSE? Would he give us talents' that are not to be EXERTED ? Would he give us capacities' that are NEVER to be GRATIFIED?
4. Twenty months are passed', - who shall restore them'?
5. When the thoughts are once disadjusted' - WHY are they not always in confusion'? How is it - that they are rallied in a moment ? - and - from the wildesť irregularity' - reduced to the most ORDERLY ARRAY?
6. Who distributes those pendulous floods' through all the borders of the EARTH? TO WHOM shall we ascribe the niceness' of contrivance',
which now cmits', - now restrains' them? - sometimes drives their humid train to ONE PLACE', - sometimes to ANOTHER? and dispenses them to this soil' in LARGER to that' in smaller - COMMUNICATIONS?
7. Was not her pridé more intolerable' than his LEVITY? Was not her rapiné more intolerable than his PROFUSENESS ?
8. Suppose we should have the fortune to conquer for Stephen' - will victory teach him MODERATION ? will he learn from security that regard to our liberties which he could not learn from DANGER ?
PRACTICE. Fret', till your proud heart' break'; Go, show your slaves' how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble'. Must I BUDGE? Must I OBSERVE you? must I stand and crouch Under your TESTY HUMOUR? Never', Cassius.
Shakspeare. 2. Q. Hold you the watch TO-NIGHT?
A. We do', my lord.
In sorrow than in anger'.
3. To purchase Heaven', has GOLD the POWER? Can GOLD
remove the MORTAL HOUR'? In life
can love be bought with gold?
4. Reft of thy sons', amid' thy foes' forlorn'
Mourn', - widow'd queen, forgotten Sion', mourn'. Is this' thy place', sad city', this' thy THRONE Where the wild desert' rears its craggy STONE? While suns unbless'd' their
lustre fing'And way-worn pilgrims' seek the scanty SPRING ? WHERE now thy pomp, which kings with envy
viewed'? WHERE now thy mighť, which all those kings' subdued'?
5. It must be so' Plato', thou reason’st' 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' a hereafter, And intimates' Eternity to man'.
6. Extracts from the Philippics of Demosthenes. But when, my Countrymen, will you begin to exert your vigour? Do you wait till ro ed by some dire