no more, let us take a mournful hand together as we stand by this royal corpse, and call a truce to battle! Low he lies to whom the proudest used to kneel once, and who was cast lower than the poorest: dead, whom millions prayed for in vain. Driven off his throne; buffeted by rude hands; with his children in revolt; the darling of his old age killed before him untimely; our Lear hangs over her breathless lips and cries, "Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little!"'

'Vex not his ghost-oh! let him pass-he hates him

That would upon the rack of this tough world

Stretch him out longer!'

Hush! Strife and Quarrel, over the solemn grave! Sound, Trumpets, a mournful march. Fall, dark curtain, upon his pageant, his pride, his grief, his awful tragedy!

Thackeray.

Ex. 35.

The Battle of the League.

4. Courteousness.

5. Ac

1. Description. 2. Tenderly. 3. Lofty anger. clamation. 6. Encouragement. 7. Excited expectation. 8. Instigation. 9, Animated description. 10. Exultation, with thankfulness. dress. 12. Reverently.

11. Sarcastic ad

'THE King is come to marshal us, all in his armour drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest:

"He look'd upon his people, and a tear was in his eye :

"He look'd upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high.

"Right graciously he smiled on us, as roll'd from wing to wing,

Down all our line a deafening shout:5 'God save our Lord the King!'

6 And if my standard-bearer fall, as fall full well he may, For never saw I promise yet of such a bloody fray,

F'ress where you see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks

of war,

And be your Oriflamme to-day the helmet of Navarre.'

Hurrah! the foes are moving! "Hark to the mingled din Of fife, and steed, and trump, and drum, and roaring culverin!

The fiery Duke is pricking fast across St. Andre's plain, With all the hireling chivalry of Guelders and Almayne. Now by the lips of those we love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the Golden Lilies,-upon them with the lance !

A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest,

A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snowwhite crest;

And in they burst, and on they rush'd, while, like a guiding star,

Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre. 10Now, God be praised, the day is ours! Mayenne hath turned his rein.

D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish Count is slain.

Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale,

The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail.

And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, 'Remember St. Bartholomew !' was pass'd from man to man: But out spake gentle Henry, 'No Frenchman is my foe; Down, down with every foreigner! but let your brethren go.'

Oh! was there ever such a knight, in friendship or in war, As our sovereign Lord, King Henry, the soldier of Navarre! 11Ho! maidens of Vienna; ho! matrons of Lucerne ;

Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall

return.

Ho! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles,

That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.

Ho! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright;

Ho! burghers of St. Genevieve, keep watch and ward tonight,

12 For our God hath crush'd the tyrant, our God hath raised the slave,

And mock'd the counsel of the wise, and the valour of the brave.

Then glory to His holy name, from whom all glories are; And glory to our Sovereign Lord, King Henry of Navarre! Macaulay.

Ex. 36.

The Destruction of Sennacherib.

1. Lofty description. 2. Comparison. 3. Solemnity and awe.
1THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
2Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
"For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the rider, distorted and pale,

With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail;
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

Byron.

Ex. 37.

Humorous and Satirical.

Satirical Description of Character.

1. Ironical praise. 2. Asserting. 3. Antithesis. 4. Satirical description. 5. Contempt. 6. Admiration. 7. Deprecation. 8. Aversion. 9. Civility. 10. Avarice struggling with death. 11. Dignified close of life.

"'Tis from high life high characters are drawn :
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
A judge is just; a chanc'lor-juster still;

A gownman learn'd; a bishop-what you will;
Wise, if a minister; but if a king,

More wise, more just, more learn'd, more ev'rything.
2'Tis education forms the common mind;

Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin❜d.

Boastful and rough, your first son is a squire ;
The next a tradesman, meek, and much a liar;
Tom struts a soldier, open, bold, and brave;
Will sneaks a scriv'ner, an exceeding knave.
Is he a churchman? Then he's fond of pow'r ;
A quaker? Sly. A Presbyterian? Sour.
A smart free-thinker? All things in an hour.
'Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes,
Tenets with books, and principles with times.
Search then the ruling passion. There alone
The wild are constant, and the cunning known.
This clue once found unravels all the rest;
The prospect clears, and Wharton stands confest;
5Wharton! the scorn and wonder of our days,
Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise.
Born with whate'er could win it from the wise,
Women and fools must like him, or he dies.
"Tho' wond'ring senates hung on all he spoke,
The club must hail him master of the joke.
Shall parts so various aim at nothing new?
He'll shine a Tully, and a Wilmot too.

A salmon's belly, Helluo, was thy fate. The doctor call'd, declares all help too late. 76 Mercy' (cries Helluo) 'mercy on my soul! Is there no hope ?--Alas !—then bring the jowl.' 8 Odious! In woollen! 'Twould a saint provoke' (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke). No-let a charming chintz, and Brussels lace, Wrap these cold limbs, and shade this lifeless face. One need not, sure, be ugly, though one's dead; And-Betty-give this cheek-a little-red.'

"The courtier smooth, who forty years had shin'd An humble servant to all human kind,

Just brought out this, when scarce his tongue could stir, 'If-where I'm going-I could-serve you, Sir.' 106 I give and I devise' (old Euclio said,

And sigh'd) 'my lands and tenements to Ned.' 'Your money, Sir?'-'My money, Sir !—What—all ? Why-if I must-(then wept)-I give it Paul.' 'The manor, Sir?'-'The manor-Hold!' (he cry'd) 'I cannot-must not part with that'—and died. "And you, brave Cobham! at your latest breath, Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death. Such in that moment, as in all the past,

'O save my country, Heav'n !'— shall be your last.

Pope.

Ex. 36.

The Destruction of Sennacherib.

1. Lofty description. 2. Comparison. 3. Solemnity and awe.
1THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
2Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,

But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.
And there lay the rider, distorted and pale,

With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail;
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

Byron.

Ex. 37.

Humorous and Satirical.

Satirical Description of Character.

1. Ironical praise. 2. Asserting. 3. Antithesis.

4. Satirical description.

5. Contempt. 6. Admiration. 7. Deprecation. 8. Aversion. 9. Civi10. Avarice struggling with death. 11. Dignified close of life.

lity.

1'Tis from high life high characters are drawn :

A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.

A judge is just; a chanc'lor-juster still;

A gownman learn'd; a bishop—what you will;
Wise, if a minister; but if a king,

More wise, more just, more learn'd, more ev'rything.
2'Tis education forms the common mind;

Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd.