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8. To whom, in brief, thus Abdiel stern reply'd. Reign thou in Hell, thy kingdom; let me serve In Heav'n God ever blest, and his divine

Behests obey, worthiest to be obey'd; 5 Yet chàins in Hell, not realms expect: meanwhile

From me, (return'd as erst thou saidst from flight,)
This greeting on thy impious crest receive.

(o) So saying, a noble stroke he lifted high,

Which hung not, but so swift with tempest fell 10 On the proud crest of Satan, that no sight,

Nor motion of swift thought, less could his shield .
Such ruin intercept; ten paces huge
He back recoil'd; the tenth on bended knee

massy spear upstay'd, as if on earth
15 Winds under ground, or waters forcing way,

Sidelong had push'd a mountain from his seat,
Half sunk with all his pines.--

-Now storming fury rose,
And clamor such as heard in Heav'n till now
20 Was never; arms on armour clashing, bray'd

Horrible discord, and the maddening wheels
Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise
Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss

Of fiery darts in flaming vollies flew,
25 And flying, vaulted either host with fire.

So under fiery cope together rush'd
Both battles main, with ruinous assault
And inextinguishable rage; all Heaven

Resounded; and had Earth been then, all Earth 30 Had to her centre shook.

-Long time in even scale-
The battle hung; till Satan, who that day
Prodigious pow'r had shown, and met in arms

No equal, ranging through the dire attack 35 Of fighting Seraphim confus'd, at length

Saw where the sword of Michael smote, and fellid
Squadrons at once; with huge two-handed sway,

Brandish'd aloft, the horrid edge came down 40 Wide wasting; such destruction to withstand

He hasted, and oppos'd the rocky orb
Of tenfold adamant, his ample shield,
A vast circumference. At his approach
The great Archangel from his warlike toil

Surceas'd, and glad, as hoping here to end
Intestine war in Heav'n, th' arch-foe subdu'd.
Now wav'd their fiery swords, and in the air

Made horrid circles; two broad suns their shields 5 Blaz'd opposite, while expectation stood

In horror; from each hand with speed retired,
Where erst was thickest fight, the angelic throng,
And left large fields, unsafe within the wind

Of such commotion; such as, to set forth
10 Great things by small, if nature's concord broke,

Among the constellations war were sprung,
Two planets rushing from aspect malign
Of fiercest opposition, in mid-sky,
Should combat, and their jarring spheres confound.



The following examples are selected as a specimen of those passages which are most favourable to the cultivation of a top to the

In pronouncing these, the reader should aim to get up his voice to the highest note on which he can articulate with freedom and distinctness. See remarks page 57 bottom.

If the student wishes for more examples of this kind, he is referred to EXERCISE 5, p. 84.

9. Has a wise and good God furnished us with desires which have no correspondent objects, and raised expectations in our breasts, with no other view but to disappoint them?-Are we to be forever in search of happiness, without arríving at it, either in this world or the next?-Are we formed with a passionate longing for immortality, and yei destined to perish, after this short period of existence?Are we prompted to the noblest actions, and supported through life, under the severest hardships and most delicate temptations, by the hopes of a reward which is visionary and chimérical, by the expectation of praises, of which it is utterly impossible for us ever to have the least knowledge or enjóyment?

10. () “Whence and what art thou, execrable shape, That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way

To yonder gates? through them I mean to pass, 5 That be assured, without leave ask'd of thee:

Retire, or taste thy folly; and learn by proof,
Hell-born, not to contend with spi'rits of Heav'n."

To whom the goblin full of wrath reply'd;

Art thou that traitor Angel? art thou he, 10 Who first broke peace in Heav'n and faith, till then

Unbroken, and in proud rebellious arms
Drew after him the third part of Heav'n's sons,
Conjur'd against the High’est, for which both thou

And they, outcast from God, are here condemn'd 5 To waste eternal days in wo and pain?

And reckon’st thou thyself with spi'rits of Heav'n,
Hell-doom'd, and breath’st defiance here and scorn,
Where I reign king, and, to enrage thee more,

Thy king and lord? Back to thy punishment, 20 False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings,

Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue
Thy ling’ring, or with one stroke of this dart,
Strange horrors seize thee, and pangs unfelt before."*


Page 60. EXERCISE 20. The Exercises of the foregoing head were designed to accustom the voice to exertion on the extreme notes of its compass, high and low. The following Exercises under this head are intended to accustom the voice to those sudden transitions which sentiment often requires, not only as to pitch, but also as to quantity.

The Power of Eloquence.

1 Heard ye those loud contending waves,

That shook Cecropia’s pillar'd state?
Saw ye the mighty from their graves

up, and tremble at her fate?
Who shall calm the angry storm?
Who the mighty task perform,

And bid the raging tumult cease?
See the son of Hermes rise;
With syren tongue, and speaking eyes,

Hush the noise, and soothe to peace! 2 Lo! from the regions of the North,

The reddening storm of battle pours;
Rolls along the trembling earth,

Fastens on the Olynthian towers. * The two preceding are good examples of the intensive, in distinction from the common slide.

3 (0)

“Where rests the sword?—where sleep the brave? Awake! Cecropia's ally save

From the fury of the blast;
Burst the storm on Phocis' walls;
Rise! or Greece forever falls.

Up! or freedom breathes her last!"
4 (.) The jarring States, obsequious now,

View the Patriot's hand on high;
Thunder gathering on his brow,

Lightning flashing from his eye!
5 Borne by the tide of words along,
One voice, one mind, inspire the throng:

(°)" To arms! to arms! to arms!” they cry,

Grasp the shield and draw the sword,
Lead us to Philippi's lord,

Let us conquer him—or die!"
6 (4) Ah Eloquence! thou wast undone;

Wast from thy native country driven, When Tyranny eclips'd the sun,

And blotted out the stars of heaven. 7 When Liberty from Greece withdrew, And o'er the Adriatic flew,

To where the Tiber pours his urn, She struck the rude Tarpeian rock; Sparks were kindled by the shock

Again thy fires began to burn! 8 Now, shining forth, thou mad'st compliant

The Conscript Fathers to thy charms; Rous'd the world-bestriding giant,

Sinking fast in Slavery's arms! 9 I see thee stand by Freedom's fane, Pouring the persuasive strain,

Giving vast conceptions birth: Hark! I hear thy thunder's sound, Shake the Forum round and round

Shake the pillars of the earth! 10 First-born of Liberty divine!

Put on Religion's bright array;

Speak! and the starless grave shall shine

The portal of eternal day! 11 Rise, kindling with the orient beam; Let Calvary's hill inspire the theme!

Unfold the garments roll’d in blood! O touch the soul, touch all her chords, With all the omnipotence of words,

And point the way to heaven—to God.


EXERCISE 21. Hohenlinden.... Description of a Battle with Firearms. 1 (.) On Linden, when the sun was low,

All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,
And dark as winter was the flow

Of Iser rolling rapidly.
2 But Linden saw another sight,

(<) When the drūm bēat at dēad of night,
Commanding fires of death to light

The darkness of her scenery.
3 By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,

Each warrior drew his battle blade,
And furious every charger neighed,

To join the dreadful revelry.
4 Then shook the hills with thunder riven,

Then rushed the steeds to battle driven,
And louder than the bolts of Heaven,

Far Adshed the red artillery.
5 And redder yèt those fires shall glow,

On Linden's hills of blood-stained snow;
And darker yet shall be the flow

Of Iser rolling rapidly.
6 'Tis morn, —but scarce yon lurid

Can pierce the war clouds, rolling dun,
While furious Frank and fiery Hun

Shout in their sulph’rous canopy.
7 The combat deepens :-(°) On, ye brave,

Who rush to glory, or the grave!


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