3 These are Thy' glorious' works', - Parent of good'!

Almighty'! - Thine' this universal frame', -
Thus wondrous fair'! - Thyself", - how wondrous'then!
Unspeakable'! - who sitt'st' above these heav'ns'!
To us invisible'- or dimly' seen'
In these thy lowliest works'! - yet these - declare
Thy goodness' - beyond thought', - and power' -
divine'!

Milton.

Echo. 4. I forbear to descant on those rites', for the celebration of which' - Fashion' nightly convenes these splendid millions' in her most sumptuous temples': Rites'! which, when engaged in with due devotion', absorb the whole' soul', and call all the passions' into exercise', -except indeed those of love', and peace', and kindness', and goodness' ! Inspiring Rites'! which stimulate fear', - rouse hope', - kindle zeal', quicken dulness', - sharpen discernment', - exercise memory', inflame' curiosity'! Rites', in short, in the due performance of which', all the energies' and attention' are concentrated' to one point'!-H. Moore.

5. You say', - Sir William', - he has acquired nothing but honour in the field'! Is the ordnance nothing'? Are the blues nothing'? Is the command of the army, with all the patronage annexed to it', nothing'? Where he got these nothings! - I know not'; - but you', at least, ought to have told us - when he deserved them !-Junius.

Command. 6. Come', - put mine armour'on'; - give'me my staff*:

Seyton, send' out'. - Come' sir', - despatch'. -
Bring the preparation' after me'.
I' will not be afraid of death and bane'-
Till Birnham' forest' - come to Dunsinane'.

Shakspeare.

7. Open' your gates': - come', - Uncle Exeter,

Go you' and enter' Harfleur'; - there remain',
And fortify' it strongly 'gainst the French: -
Use mercy to them all.

Shakspeare. 8. Go', - fellow', - go', - return' unto thy lord':

Bid him not fear the separated councils': -
Tell' him - his fears' are shallow':
Go'- bid thy master rise' - and come to me'.

Shakspeare. Apostrophe.* 9. “Hold'! hold'!” - he cried, “you wound' me! That' is the rock' - on which I split': I denied his name'!” - and then, with vehemence, he exclaimed', “Oh! Time'! - Time'! - it is fit - thou should'st thus' strike thy murderer to the heart'! - How art thou fled for ever'! - A month'! - Oh, for a single' week'!, I ask not for years'!, - though an age' - were too little'for the much. I have to do.”—Dr. Young. 10.

Now' - o'er the one-half world', -
Nature seems dead', - and wicked dreams' abuse
The curtain'd sleep: - now - witchcraft' celebrates'
Pale Hecate's' offering'; - and wither'd' murder
(Alarm’d' by his sentinel', - the wolf', -
Whose howl's' his watch), - thus' - with stealthy

pace
Towards his design
Moves' like a ghost'. - Thou sound and firm-set'

Earth', -
Hear not my steps', - which way they walk', - for

fear
The

very stones'- prate of my whereabouts', And take the present' horror' from the time', Which now' suits' with' it'.

Shakspeare. * The subject apostrophised is denoted by italics.

11.

0, - ye wild Groves', - Oh'! where is now your

bloom'? (The Muse interprets thus the tender thought) Your flowers', - your verdure', - and your balmy

gloom, Of late so grateful in the hour of drought'? Why do the birds', - that song and rapture

brought To all your bowers', - their mansions now forsake'?

Ah'! - why has fickle' chance' this ruin wrought'? For now the storm' howls' mournful through the

brake
And the dead foliage' flies' in many a shapeless'

flake'.
Yet - such' the destiny' of all on earth', -
So flourishes' and fades majestic man': -

Fair' as the bud'- his vernal morn' breaks forth',
And fostering gales', awhile the nursling' fan'. -
Oh', smile', ye Heavens' serene'!

ye Mildews
wan'!
Ye blighting Whirlwinds', - spare his balmy' prime', -

Nor lessen' of his life' - the little span :
Borne on the swift', though silent', wings' of Time,
Old age' comes' on apace”- to ravage all the clime'.

Beattie.

PRACTICE. In the following Examples, let the pupils, before reading them aloud, point out the FIGURES of speech.

1. Address of Brutus over the Dead Body of Cæsar. Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers ! hear me for my

e ; and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honour; and have respect to my honour, that ye may believe: censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that ye may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Cæsar was no less than his! If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my answer,—Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I lov'd Rome more! Had you rather Cæsar were living, and die all slaves; than that Cæsar were dead, to live all free men ?

As Cæsar lov'd me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him. There are tears, for his love ; joy, for his fortune; honour, for his valour ; and death, for his ambition! Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak ;—for him have I offended! Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak;—for him have I offended! Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak ;—for him have I offended! I pause for a reply.—Shakspeare.

2. The Ocean.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!
Ten thousand feets sweep over thee in vain ;
Man marks the earth with ruin-his control
Stops with the shore. Upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,

He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffin'd, and unknown.

Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests ; in all time,
Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm,
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Dark hearing; boundless, endless, and sublime ;-
The image of Eternity !—the throne
Of the Invisible! even from out thy slime

The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone !

And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy
I wanton'd with thy breakers ;-they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror,—'twas a pleasing fear !
For I was, as it were, a child of thee,

And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy wave-as I do here !

Byron.

3. Sir Isaac Newton, as a Christian. Newton was a Christian! Newton, whose mind burst forth from the fetters fastened by nature upon our finite conceptions !-Newton, whose science was truth, and the foundation of whose knowledge of it was philosophy, not those visionary and arrogant presumptions, which too often usurp its name; but philosophy resting upon the basis of mathematics, which, like figures, cannot lie!—Newton, who carried the line and rule to the utmost barrier of creation, and explored the principles by which all created matter is held together and exists !Erskine.

4. Enterprise.
But thou, O Goddess ! in thy favourite Isle
(Freedom's impregnable redoubt,
The wide earth's store-house, fenc'd about
With breakers roaring to the gales
That stretch a thousand thousand sails),
Quicken the slothful, and exalt the vile !
Thy impulse is the life of Fame ! -
Glad Hope would almost cease to be
If torn from thy society !
And Love, when worthiest of his name,
Is proud to walk on earth with thee!

Wordsworth.