6. FLOWERS. Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, Stars they are, wherein we read our history, Yet not so wrapped about with awful mystery, Wondrous truths, and mánifold as wondrous, Bright and glorious | is that revelation In these stars of éarth-these golden flowers. And the Poet, faithful and far-séeing, Sees, alike in stárs and flowers, a part | Of the self-same, universal being, Which is throbbing | in his bráin and hèart. Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining; Brilliant hopes, all woven in gorgeous tissues, These in flowers and men | are more than séeming; Workings are they | of the self-same powers, Which the Poet, in no idle dreaming, Everywhere about us | are they glòwing— Not alone in Spring's armorial bearing, And in Summer's | green emblazoned field, Not alone in meadows | and green álleys, Not alone in her vast dome of glóry, Not on graves of bird and beast alone, In the cottage of the rudest peasant, In ancestral homes, whose crumbling towers, Speaking of the Past | unto the Présent, Tell us of the ancient Games of Flowers; In all places, then, and in all sèasons, Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings And with child-like, credulous affection, LONGFELLOW 7. THE SEVEN AGES OF MAN. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: And then, the whining School-boy, with his satchel, Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the Justice, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Is second childishness and mere oblivion, SHAKESPEARE 8. BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral nòte, We buried him darkly, at dead of night, No useless coffin | inclosed his breast, Not in sheet | nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay | like a warrior taking his rèst | With his martial cloak around him. Féw and short | were the prayers we said, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, We thought, as we hollowed his narrow béd, That the foe and the stranger | would tread o'er his head, Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, But nothing he'll reck, if they let him sleep on | But half of our heavy task | was done | When the clock | struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gún | That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly | we laid him down, From the field of his fame | fresh and góry; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But left him alone with his giory. CHAPTER II. FORCE AND STRESS. SECTION I. FORCE OF VOICE. 1. Force of utterance relates to the degree of loudness or intensity of voice. 2. The three main divisions of force are soft, moderate, and loud. These, for convenience, may be subdivided as follows: (1) Very soft (corresponding to pianissimo in music). (2) Soft (piano). (3) Moderate (mezzo-forte). (4) Loud (forte). (5) Very loud (fortissimo). 3. The general rule of force is, to read with an intensity appropriate to the thoughts or emotion to be expressed, and with a power or strength of voice sufficient to fill the room, so that every person in it may hear distinctly every word that is uttered. 4. Force of voice must be stronger in the schoolroom than in the parlor, and louder in the lecture-hall than in the school-room. If read to an assemblage of a thousand people, the most didactic and unimpassioned document must be read with considerable force. 5. Pupils should be cautioned against attempting any degree of force beyond the compass of their voices, and also against the conventional school-tone of loudness, which consists in raising the voice to so high a pitch that it grates on the ear like the filing of a saw. 6. "The command of all degrees of force of voice," says Prof. Russell, "must evidently be essential to true |