In explanatory emphases the very fame words are differently marked, according to the writer's de-. fign: as, What did my mafter fay? If I lay the ftrefs upon what, it is a general interrogation; if I place it upon my, it implies that other mafters were concerned; if mafter is diftinguished, it notes that there were other perfons; and if the emphafis lies boldest upon fay, it shows I want to know his particular words. Both the cause and the effect in any fentence require an emphafis.--Example: To live WELL, is to die HAPPY-only to be GOOD, is to be GREAT GUILT is the fource of SORROW. CLIMAX is that progreffive force and exaltation of expreffion, which more powerfully impresses each fubject on the mind; and is not only of indifpenfible use, but also highly ornamental. In the execution of this, there is much nicety, as the. rife, in most cafes, fhould be gradual, always harmonious, and upon many occafions very forcible.To illuftrate the matter, I fhall offer several examples of different degrees of climax. First from Shakespeare's Brutus; which should rife with a full, fmooth, philofophic weight and dignity. If these, As I am fure they do, bear fire enough That this fhall be, or we will fall for it? The climax of reafoning, in these lines, is too obvious to be infifted on; therefore I fhall only obferve, that the glow of expreffion, as I may call it, fhould warm, with the argument. The Sublime and Beautiful, from Moles' Laft : "Give ear, oh ye heavens! and I will speak; and hear, oh earth, the words of my mouth: my doctrine fhall drop as the rain, my fpeech fhall diftil as the dew; as the fmall rain upon the tender herb; and as the fhowers upon the grafs; because I will publifh the name of the Lord. Afcribe ye greatnefs unto our God. He is the rock; his work is perfect; for all his ways are judgment. A God of truth and without iniquity-juft and right is he for the Lord's portion is his people. Jacob is the lot of his inheritance: he found him in a defart land; and in the watte howling wildernefs he led him about: he inftructed him, and kept him as the apple of his eye: as an eagle ftirreth up her neft; fluttereth over her young; fpeadeth abroad her wings; taketh them, beareth them on her wings, fo the Lord alone did lead him, and there was no ftrange god with him." We have an example from Addifon, which calls for dignity, foftened and impaffioned by the most pathetic feeling of manly grief; a feeling which very few have imagination to conceive happily, and as few powers to exprefs properly. "Tis Rome demands our tears; And And fet the nations free- -Rome is no more. * Whate'er the Roman virtue had fubdued, For him the felf-devoted Decii died; The Fabii fell, and the great Scipios conquer'd; Fallen into Cæfar's hands!- -Our great forefathers Had left him nought to conquer but his country.. Of Pathetic Lamentation, from Jeremiah. "How does the city fit folitary, that was full of people? how is the become as a widow? the that was great among the nations, and princess among the provinces: How is the become tributary? fhe weepeth fore in the night; and her tears are on her cheeks. Among all her loffes, fhe hath none to comfort her: all her friends have dealt treacherously with her: they have become her enemies for these things I weep; mine eye runneth down with water, because the comforter, that fhould relieve my foul, is far from me. My children are defolate, becaufe the enemy prevailed.. My eyes do fail with tears, my bowels are troubled: my liver is poured upon the earth for the deftruction of the daughter of my people." Of pathetic, defcriptive Melancholy, from Shake fpeare. of comfort no man speak; Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; All murther'd-for within the hollow crown K. Richard II. The following passage from Otway should gradually warm into Rapture. Can there in woman be fuch glorious faith! Oh woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To To temper man: we had been brutes without you: Angels are painted fair to look like you: There's in you all that we believe of Heaven; Amazing brightnefs, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love. An inftance of Climax in vindictive Rage we have in the following lines of Young Yet ere I fall, be it one part of vengeance, me, So highly born? No kingdom, but revenge; No treafure, but thy tortures and thy groans. Vindictive Ferocity, from Milton. My fentence is for open war of wiles By our delay ?-No! let us rather choose, Of |