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I. VERY SOFT FORCE.
Very soft force is appropriate to the expression of tenderness, sadness, or peaceful and tranquil feeling.
And there he would have knelt, but that his knees
Soft force differs from very soft only in degree.
Full knee-deep lies the winter-snow,
And the wintry winds are wearily sighing,
Old year, you must not die.
We watched her breathing through the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
Kept heaving to and fro.
Our fears our hopes belied-
And sleeping when she died.
Eftsoons they heard a most melodious sound
To weet what manner music that might be,
Was there consorted in one harmony;
5. Down the dark future, through long generations,
The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations,
i hear once more the voice of Christ say, “Peace!”
Seated one day at the organ,
I was weary and ill at ease,
Over the noisy keys.
Or what I was dreaming then;
Like the sound of a great Amen!
Like the close of an angel's psalm,
With a touch of infinite calm.
It quieted pain and sorrow,
Like love overcoming strife;
From our discordant life.
It linked all perplexed meanings
Into one perfect peace,
As if it were loath to cease.
III. MODERATE FORCE Moderate force is the prevailing tone in the reading of unimpassioned narrative, descriptive, or didactic composition, in a small room, or to a small number of persons. It is the degree of force used in conversation. The characteristic quality of moderate force is "pure tone,” and the stress, "unimpassioned radical."
1. There was a sound of revelry by night.
4. The history of England is emphatically the history of progress.
5. The eyes of men converse as much as their tongues. 6. Spake full well in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth’s firmament do shine. 7. The way was long, the wind was cold,
The minstrel was infirm and old.
She was eight years old, she said ;
That clustered round her head.
Barefoot boy with cheeks of tan,
And thy merry whistled tune.
In wondrous merry mood,
They were exceeding good.
They were so queer, so very queer,
I laughed as I would die;
A sober man am I.
11. Listen, my children, and you shall hear
of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in seventy-five ;
Hardly a man is now alive
12. Around I see the powers that be;
I stand by Empire's primal springs ;
And hear the tread of uncrowned kings !
13. Mrs. Siddons once had a pupil who was practicing for the stage. The lesson was upon the “part” of a young girl whose lover had deserted her. The rendering did not please that Queen of Tragedy, and she said: “Think how you would feel under the circumstances. What would you do if your lover were to run off and leave you ?” “I would look out for another one,” said that philosophic young lady; and Mrs. Siddons, with a gesture of intense disgust, cried out, “Leave me !” and would never give her another lesson.
We had rather have a child return to us from school a first-rate reader, than a first-rate performer on the piano-forte. We should feel that we had a far better pledge for the intelligence and talent of our child. The accomplishment, in its perfection, would give more pleasure. The voice of song is not sweeter than the voice of eloquence. And there may be eloquent readers, as well as eloquent speakers.