the cause why no friend of liberty can salute her with undivided affections. But it is the cradle and the refuge of free principles, though often persecuted; the school of religious liberty, the more precious for the struggles through which it has passed; the tombs of those who have reflected honor on all who speak the English tongue; it is the birthplace of our fathers, the home of the Pilgrims; it is these which I love and venerate in England. I should feel ashamed of an enthusiasm for Italy and Greece, did I not also feel it for a land like this. In an American, it would seem to me degenerate and ungrateful to hang with passion upon the traces of Homer and Virgil, and follow, without emotion, the nearer and plainer footsteps of Shakspeare and Milton. I should think him cold in his love for his native land who felt no melting in his heart for that other native country which holds the ashes of his forefathers. 37. ROLLA'S ADDRESS TO THE PERUVIANS.-R. B. Sheridan. My brave associates, - partners of my tóil, my féelings, and my fáme! can Rolla's words add vigor to the virtuous energies which inspire your hearts? No! You have judged, as ↑ have, the foùl 1 SRO 1 f Ꭱ Ꮎ ws RC W 8 RC ness of the crafty pléa by which these bold invaders would delude you. Your generous spirit has compared, as mîne has, the motives 0 1 f L O 18 LO which in a war like this, can animate their minds and ôurs. They, S L 0 1 L OFt m wl LC to by a strange frenzy driven, fight for power, for plùnder, and extended side R O 1 s R 1 RO rùle: wê, for our country, our àltars, and our homes. They follow W m S L C an adventurer whom they fear, and obey a power which they hate: 1 R O h RO wê serve a monarch whom we love - a God whom we adòre. WhenS L C to waist w 8 LC W e'er they move in ánger, desolâtion tracks their progress! tr L Whene'er they pause in ámity, affliction mourns their friendship. They boast f во wide BO w BC they come but to improve our state, enlârge our thoughts, and frêe us exaggerated m BO from the yoke of error! Yês; they will give enlightened freedom to m BO 1 B C br R C õur minds, who are themselves the slâves of pàssion, àvarice, and m C pr F W R C to lift to h C pride! They offer us their protection: yês, such protection as vûltures h RC give to lâmbs-covering and devoùring them! They call on us back to barter all of good we have enhanced and proved, for the desperate chance of something better which they | promise. Be our plain answer this: The throne we honor is the people's | chòice; the S RO S and back R W laws we reverence are our brave | fathers' legacy; the faith we follow teaches us to live | in bonds of charity with all | mankind, and dîe | with hope of bliss | beyond the gràve. Tell your invaders thîs; and W m BC tell them, too, we seek nò change, —and, least of all, sûch change as BO they would bring us! 38. CÆSAR PASSING THE RUBICON.-J. S. Knowles. A gentlemen, speaking of Cæsar's benevolent disposition, and of the reluctance with which he entered into the civil war, observes," How long did he pause upon the brink of the Rubicon?" How came he to the brink of that river? How dared he cross it? Shall a private man respect the boundaries of private property, and shall a man pay no respect to the boundaries of his country's rights? How dared he cross that river?-Oh! but he paused upon the brink. He should have perished on the brink, ere he had crossed it! Why did he pause? Why does a man's heart palpitate when he is on the point of committing an unlawful deed? Why does the very murderer, his victim sleeping before him, and his glaring eye taking the measure of the blow, strike wide of the mortal part? Because of conscience! 'T was that made Cæsar pause upon the brink of the Rubicon!-Compassion! What compassion? The compassion of an assassin, that feels a Cæsar What was the Rubi From what did it. Was that country momentary shudder, as his weapon begins to cut! paused upon the brink of the Rubicon! con? The boundary of Cæsar's province. separate his province? From his country. a desert? No; it was cultivated and fertile, rich and populous! Its sons were men of genius, spirit, and generosity! Its daughters were lovely, susceptible, and chaste! Friendship was its inhabitant! Love was its inhabitant! Domestic affection was its inhabitant! Liberty was its inhabitant! All bounded by the stream of the Rubicon! What was Cæsar, that stood upon the brink of that stream? A traitor, bringing war and pestilence into the heart of that country! No wonder that he paused, no wonder if, his imagination wrought upon by his conscience, he had beheld blood instead of water, and heard groans instead of murmurs! No wonder if some gorgon horror had turned him into stone upon the spot! But, no! he cried, "The die is cast!" He plunged! he crossed! and Rome was free no more! 214. Graphic, Delineative Style: Anecdotes and their Applications. As a rule, on objects referred to, use a downward bend or inflection (§ 50), and sometimes the circumflex (§§ 69, 70). These objects should be articulated distinctly, which will tend to make the predominating terminal stress (§ 101) short and sharp, or change it to initial stress (§ 100). When, again, there is much drift (§ 154) the terminal will become median stress (§ 102). Orotund Quality. Toward the end of each selection this orotund may be aspirated (§§ 135, 136). 39. THE LAST CHARGE OF NEY.-J. T. Headley. The whole continental | struggle | exhibited no sublimer | spéctacle than the last | great | effort | of Napôleon | to save | his sinking empire. Europe | had been put | upon the plains of Waterloo | to be battled for. The greatest | military | energy | and skill | the world possessed | had been tasked to the utmost | during the day. Thrones were tottering | on the ensanguined | field, |and the shad tr m f R C W R C to W m s Ꭱ с ows | of fugitive | kings | flitted through the smoke | of battle. h R CF h Ꭱ C Bonaparte's star | trembled | in the zenith, | now | blázing óut, în prone and m f RC down its ancient spléndor, | now | suddenly | påling | before his anxious | èye. (At length, when the Prussians appeared on the field, he resolved to stake Europe on one bold throw. He committed himself and France to Ney, and saw his empire rest on a single charge. The intense anxiety with which he watched the advance of the column, the terrible suspense he suffered when the smoke of battle concealed it from sight, and the utter despair of his great heart when the curtain lifted over a fugitive army, and the despairing shriek rang out on every side, "La garde recule, La garde recule," make us, for the moment, forget all the carnage, in sympathy with his distress.) Ney felt the pressure | of the immense | responsibility | on his tr to brave heart, and resolved | not to prove unworthy | of the great | br RCF to m SRC trust | committed to his care. Nothing | could be more | impòsing than the movement of the grand | column | to the assault. turn body to the right back во That guard had never | yet | recòiled | before a human foe; and m f BC 1 before f BO turn to the left slowly drop the allied forces | beheld | with àwe | its firm | and terrible | ad BC vance to the final | charge. For a moment | the batteries | stopped | playing, and the firing ceased along the British lines, | as | without the beating | of a drum, | W ms LC to m f LC or the blast of a bugle, they moved in dead | silence | over W mfLO the plain. The next | moment the artillery | opened, | and the f L C prone slowly head of the gallant | column | seemed to sink | down; yet they drop L с neither stopped | nor fàltered. lift f BC Dissolving | squadrons | and whole | slowly f BC drop B C battalions disappearing, | one after another, | in the destructive | BC 1 f BOFt fire, affected not | their steady | courage. The ranks | closed up | turn to the right W 1 push as before, and each, | treading over | his fallen | comrade, | BC forward pressed firmly | òn. The horse which Ney ròde | fèll | under him, | 1 RO and he had scarcely | mounted | another, | before it also | sank | to the earth. fRO 1 RO f h RC Again and again | did that | unflinching | man | feel | wms RCms R C his steed sink down, | till fìve | had been shot | under him. h Then, with his uniform | riddled | with bullets, and his face | m f RC prone R C near face singed and blackened with powder, | he marched on foot, with m f RC prone drawn | sabre, | at the head | of his mèn. In vain | did the artillery | hurl its storm of fire | and lead | push fm B C forward forward turn to left to right into that living | mass; up to the very muzzles they pressed, | and push fm B C push fm BC driving the artillery-men | from their places, I pushed on | through W m RCF to m s RCF and forward the English | lìnes. But at that moment | a file of soldiers, who change to ms C pr m S C had lain | flat on the ground | behind a low | ridge | of earth, ' w RC tr to RC Ft on waist turn to left shR C suddenly rose and poured a volley | into their very faces. Another slowly and another followed, till one | broad | sheet of flame | rolled on LC their bosoms, and in such a fierce and unexpected | flow, ❘ that 1 bk L C m L C 8 L C h human courage | could not withstand it. They reeled, shòok, | 8 LC w tr LC to br and to back L C staggered back, || then turned || and flèd. (The fate of Napoleon was writ. The star that had blazed so brightly over the world went down in blood; and the Bravest of the Brave had fought his last battle.) 40. REGULUS TO THE CARTHAGINIANS.-E. Kellogg. The beams of the rising sun had gilded the lofty domes of Carthage, and given, with its rich and mellow light, a tinge of beauty even to the frowning ramparts of the outer harbor, Sheltered by the verdant shores, an hundred triremes were riding proudly at their anchors, their brazen beaks glittering in the sun, their streamers dancing in the morning breeze, while many a shattered plank and timber gave evidence of desperate conflicts with the fleets of Rome. No murmur of business or of revelry arose from the city. The artisan had forsaken his shop, the judge his tribunal, |