Fox was a celebrated English statesman. This is an extract from a speech delivered during a truce in the war between England and France.

In this lesson, the influence of a negative in determining the rising inflection, is particularly noticeable.

1. "BUT we must pause," says the honorable gentleman, What! must the bowels of Great Britain be torn out, her best blood spilt ́, her treasures wasted', that you may make an experiment? Put yourselves,-O! that you would put yourselves on the field of battle', and learn to judge of the sort of horrors you excite. In former wars, a man might, at least, have some feeling, some interest, that served to balance in his mind the impressions which a scene of carnage and death must inflict.

2. But if a man were present now at the field of slaughter, and were to inquire for what they were fighting ́,-—“ Fighting!" would be the answer"; "they are not fighting'; they are pausing." "Why is that man expiring? Why is that other writhing with agony`? What means this implacable fury`?" The answer must be, "You are quite wrong, sir, you deceive yourself,-they are not fighting',-do not disturb them, they are merely pausing! This man is not expiring with agony',-that man is not dead, he is only pausing! Bless you, sir, they are not angry another; they have now no cause of quarrel; country thinks that there should be a pause. All that you see is nothing like fighting, there is no harm", nor cruelty, nor bloodshed in it; it is nothing more than a political pause! It is merely to try an experiment-to see whether Bonaparte will not behave himself better than heretofore; and in the mean time, we have agreed to a pause`, in pure friendship!"

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3. And is this the way that you are to show yourselves the advocates of order? You take up a system calculated to uncivilize the world, to destroy order, to trample on

*Rule VIII.

religion, to stifle in the heart, not merely the generosity of noble sentiment', but the affections of social nature; and in the prosecution of this system, you spread terror and devastation all around you.

REMARK. The words "pause" and "pausing" may, perhaps, with equal propriety, receive the falling circumflex.

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT was born in Cummington, Mass., in 1794, and at an early age gave evidence of great precocity. His rank as a poet is among the very first in our country. In 1825, he went to New York, where he has since resided as editor of the New York Evening Post.

In the following lesson, the inflections characteristic of the imperative mood and of exclamations are exemplified.

1. WHEN the radiant morn of creation broke,

And the world in the smile of God awoke,

And the empty realms of darkness and death

Were mov'd through their depths by his mighty breath ́,

And orbs of beauty, and spheres of flame,

From the void abyss, by myriads came,
In the joy of youth as they darted away ́,
Through the widening waste of space to play';

2. Their silver voices, in chorus rung;

And this was the song the bright ones sung.
"Away, away! through the wide, wide sky,
The fair blue fields that before us lie,

Each sun with the worlds that round us roll,
Each planet pois'd on her turning pole,

With her isles of green, and her clouds of white,
And her waters that lie, like fluid light.

3. "For the source of glory uncovers his face,
And the brightness o'erthrows unbounded space`,
And we drink, as we go, the luminous tides,
In our ruddy air and our blooming sides.
Lo! yonder the living splendors play`;
Away, on our joyous path, away`!

4. "Look`, look`, through our glittering ranks afar,
In the infinite azure, star after star,

How they brighten and bloom as they swiftly pass`!

How the verdure runs o'er each rolling mass!

And the path of the gentle winds is seen,

Where the small waves dance, and the young woods lean`.

5. "And see! where the brighter day-beams pour,
How the rainbows hang in the sunny shower`;
And the morn and the eve with their pomp of hues,
Shift o'er the bright planets, and shed their dews`;
And 'twixt them both on the teeming ground,
With her shadowy course, the night goes round!
6. "Away! away! in our blossoming bowers,

In the soft air, wrapping these spheres of ours
In the seas and fountains that shine with morn,
See, love is brooding, and life is born;
And breathing myriads are breaking from night,
To rejoice, like us, in motion and light`.

7. "Glide on, in your beauty, ye youthful spheres,
To weave the dance that measures the years.
Glide on, in glory and gladness sent
To the farthest wall of the firmament,
The boundless visible smile of Him,

To the vail of whose brow our lamps are dim."

XXIV. SELECT PARAGRAPHS IN PROSE.

In these paragraphs, notice the inflections proper to antithesis and series.

THE FINAL JUDGMENT.

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BEFORE that assembly every man's good declared, and his most secret sins disclosed, tion of rank will then give a title to respect, no obscurity of condition shall exclude the just from public honor, or screen the guilty from public shame. Opulence will find itself no longer powerful; poverty will be no longer weak.` Birth will no longer be distinguished'; meanness will no longer pass unnoticed. The rich and the poor will indeed strangely mingle together; all the inequalities of the present life shall disappear, and the conqueror and his captive; the momarch and his subject; the lord and his vassal`; the statesman and the peasant`; the philosopher and the unlettered hind'; shall find their distinctions to have been mere illusions`.

DRYDEN AND POPE.

Dryden knew more of man in his general nature ́, and Pope in his local manners`. The notions of Dryden were formed by comprehensive speculation, those of Pope by minute attention. There is more dignity in the knowledge of Dryden, more certainty in that of Pope`. The style of Dryden is capricious and varied, that of Pope cautious and uniform. Dryden obeys the motions of his own. mind; Pope constrains his mind to his own rules of composition. Dryden's page is a natural field, rising into inequalities, and diversified by the varied exuberance of abundant vegetation'; Pope's is the velvet lawn`, shaven by the scythe, and leveled by the roller`. If the flights of Dryden are higher, Pope continues longer on the wing. If, of Dryden's fire, the blaze is brighter', of Pope's the heat is more regular and constant. Dryden often surpasses expectation, and Pope never falls below it. Dryden is read with frequent astonishment', and Pope with perpetual delight.

LAS CASAS DISSUADING FROM BATTLE.

Is then the dreadful measure of your cruelty not yet complete? Battle! against whom? Against a king, in whose mild bosom your atrocious injuries, even yet, have not excited hate; but who, insulted or victorious, still sues for peace. Against a people, who never wronged the living being their Creator formed; a people who received you as cherished guests, with eager hospitality and confiding. kindness. Generously and freely did they share with you, their comforts, their treasures, and their homes`; you repaid them by fraud, oppression, and dishonor.

Pizarro, hear me! Hear me, chieftans! And thou ́, All-powerful! whose thunder can shiver into sand the adamantine rock, whose lightnings can pierce the core of the riven and quaking earth', O let thy power give effect to thy servant's words, as thy spirit gives courage to his will! Do not, I implore you, chieftains",-do not, I implore you, renew the foul barbarities your insatiate avarice has inflicted on his wretched, unoffending race. But hush, my sighs! fall not, ye drops of useless sorrow! heart-breaking anguish, choke not my utterance.

XXV. SELECT PARAGRAPHS IN POETRY.

THE PULPIT.

THE pulpit, therefore, (and I name it, fill'd
With solemn awe, that bids me well beware
With what intent I touch that holy thing',)-
The pulpit (when the satirist has, at last,
Strutting and vap'ring in an empty school,
Spent all his force and made no proselyte)-

I say the pulpit (in the sober use

Of its legitimate, peculiar powers")

Must stand acknowledg'd, while the world shall stand, The most important and effectual guard,

Support, and ornament of virtue's cause.

There stands the messenger of truth: there stands
The legate of the skies: His theme, divine;
His office, sacred; his credentials, clear.

By him, the violated law speaks out

Its thunders; and, by him, in strains as sweet
As angels use, the Gospel whispers peace.

LIBERTY.

Meanwhile, we'll sacrifice to liberty.

Remember, O my friends, the laws`, the rights`,
The generous plan of power deliver'd down,
From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers`,
(So dearly bought, the price of so much blood;)
O let it never perish in your hands,

But piously transmit it to your children.
Do thou, great Liberty, inspire our souls,
And make our lives in thy possession happy",
Or our deaths glorious in thy just defense.

TOMORROW.

Tomorrow, didst thou say?

Methought I heard Horatio say, tomorrow:
Go to, I will not hear of it; tomorrow!

'Tis a sharper, who stakes his penury

Against thy plenty`; who takes thy ready cash,

And pays thee naught, but wishes, hopes and promises,

The currency of idiots`;—injurious bankrupt,

That gulls the easy creditor. Tomorrow!

It is a period nowhere to be found

In all the hoary registers of Time`,

Unless perchance in the fool's calendar.