"Where'er we tread, 't is haunted holy ground; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould! But one vast realm of wonder spreads around; And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon : Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold, Defies the power which crushed thy temples gone : Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.

"

Yet to the remnants of thy splendor past,

Shall pilgrims, pensive, but unwearied, throng;
Long shall the voyager, with the Ionian blast,
Hail the bright clime of battle and of song;
Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue
Fill with thy fame the youth of many a shore;
Boast of the aged! lesson of the young!
Which sages venerate and bards adore,
As Pallas and the Muse unveil their awful lore.

"Ancient of days! august Athena! where,
Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul?
Gone-glimmering through the dream of things that
First in the race that led to Glory's goal,

[were!

They won, and passed away. Is this the whole?

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole

Are sought in vain; and o'er each mouldering tower, Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power."

Lowest Pitch.*

Solemnity, Awe, and Reverence.
Devotion.-Young.

"O thou great Arbiter of life and death!
Nature's immortal, immaterial sun!

Whose all-prolific beam late called me forth
From darkness, teeming darkness, where I lay
The worm's inferior; and, in rank, beneath
The dust I tread on; high to bear my brow,
To drink the spirit of the golden day,
And triumph in existence; and couldst know
No motive but my bliss; and hast ordained
A rise in blessing! with the Patriarch's joy
Thy call I follow to the land unknown:

I trust in thee, and know in whom I trust:
Or life or death is equal: neither weighs;
All weight in this- Oh! let me live to thee!"

Meditation.-ld.

"How is night's sable mantle labored o'er,

How richly wrought, with attributes divine!

What wisdom shines! what love! This midnight pomp,

This gorgeous arch with golden worlds inlaid!

Built with divine ambition!-nought to Thee, —
For others this profusion. Thou, apart,
Above, beyond, Oh! tell me, mighty Mind!
Where art thou?-shall I dive into the deep?
Call to the sun? or ask the roaring winds
For their Creator? Shall I question loud
The thunder, if in that the Almighty dwells?

*The lowest notes of the voice are naturally accompanied by "pectoral quality," since the extremely wide opening of the glottis, inseparable from their formation, is necessarily attended by resonance in the chest, as may be observed in the act of singing deep-toned bass strains.

Or holds He furious storms in straitened, reins,
And bids fierce whirlwinds wheel his rapid car?
What mean these questions? Trembling I retract:

My prostrate soul adores the present God!"

Sublimity and Awe.

Extract from Psalm XVIII.

V. 7. "Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because He was wroth. 8. There went up a smoke out of his nostrils, and fire out of his mouth devoured: coals were kindled by it. 9. He bowed the heavens also, and came down; and darkness was under his feet. 10. And he rode upon a cherub and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind. 11. He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies. 12. At the brightness that was before him his thick clouds passed, hailstones and coals of fire. 13. The Lord also thundered in the heavens, and the Highest gave his voice; hailstones and coals of fire. 14. Yea, he sent out his arrows, and scattered them; and he shot out lightnings, and discomfited them. 15. Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O Lord, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils."

Deep Grief.

Extract from Jeremiah. IX. CHAP.

V. 1. "Oh! that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people! 2. Oh! that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of way-faring men, that I might leave my people and go from them! for they be all adulterers, an assembly of treacherous men."

Despondency and Despair.

Extract from Job. XVII. CHAP.

V. 11. "My days are past; my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart. 12. They change the night into day; the light is short because of the darkness. 13. If I wait, the grave is my house: I have made my bed in darkness. 14. I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother and my sister. 15. And where is now my hope? as for my hope who shall see it? 16. They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust."

Awe and Horror.

Stanzas of a Death Hymn.- Scott.

"That day of wrath! that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away!
What power shall be the sinner's stay?

How shall he meet that dreadful day,

'When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,

The flaming heavens together roll;

And louder yet, and yet more dread,

Swells the high trump that wakes the dead?"

High Pitch.*
Joy.

Sympathy of Departed Spirits with Humanity.

Finlayson.

"What a delightful subject of contemplation does the thought of such sympathy open to the pious and benevo

*The "high" pitch of sacred eloquence is, from the solemnity of association, lower in its note, than that of ordinary oratorical style. It rises but little above the middle tones of the voice. It requires, however, on this account, to be the more carefully observed, that the proper distinctions of utterance may not be lost.

lent mind! What a spring does it give to all the better energies of the heart! Your labors of love, your plans of beneficence, your swellings of satisfaction in the rising. reputation of those whose virtues you have cherished, will not, we have reason to hope, be terminated by the stroke of death. No! your spirits will still linger around the objects of their former attachment. They will behold with rapture even the distant effects of those beneficent institutions which they once delighted to rear; they will watch, with a pious satisfaction, over the growing prosperity of the country which they loved; with a parent's fondness, and a parent's exultation, they will share in the fame of their virtuous posterity; and, by the permission of God, they may descend, at times, as guardian angels, to shield them from danger, and to conduct them to glory. "Of all the thoughts that can enter the human mind, this is one of the most animating and consolatory. It scatters flowers around the bed of death. It enables us who are left behind, to support with firmness the departure of our best beloved friends; because it teaches us that they are not lost to us forever. They are still our friends. Though they be now gone to another apartment in our Father's house, they have carried with them the remembrance and the feeling of their former attachments. Though invisible to us, they bend from their dwelling on high to cheer us in our pilgrimage of duty, to rejoice with us in our prosperity, and, in the hour of virtuous exertion, to shed through our souls the blessedness of heaven."

Joy.

Extracts from Isaiah LX.

V. 1. "Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee. 2. For, behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people but the Lord shall arise upon thee, and his glory shall be seen upon thee. 3. And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising. 4.