WAR AND PEACE.

The brazen throat of war had ceased to roar,
All now was turned to jolity and game.

RUNNING WATERS.

Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise!

A GIANT.

With sturdy steps came stalking on his sight
A hideous giant, horrible and high!

MOANING OF THE WIND.
While a low and melancholy moan
Mourns for the glory that hath flown.
THE WITCHES' CALDRON.
For a charm of powerful trouble
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble;
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn and caldron bubble.

THE UPROAR OF A VAST HOST.

Arms on armor clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels

Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise
Of conflict, overhead the dismal hiss
Of fiery darts in flaming volleys flew.

VOICES OF NATURE.

Every sound is sweet,

Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn, The moan of doves in im-memorial elms,

And murmur of innumerable bees.

NOISES OF BATTLE.

The shattering trumpet shrilleth high,
The hard brands shiver on the steel,
The splintered spear-shafts crack and fly,
The horse and rider reel-

They reel, they roll in clanging lists.

NOISES OF A CITY STREET.

With never an end to the stream of passing feetDriving, hurrying, marrying, burying,

Clamor and rumble, and ringing, and clatter.

NOISE OF A CATARACT.

Rapid as the light,

The flashing mass foams, shaking the abyss;
The hell of waters! how they howl and hiss,
And boil in endless torture!

DROWSY NOISES.

Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant fold.

Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat,
With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing!

SOUNDS OF A FLOWING BROOK.

I chatter over stony ways
In little sharps and trebles;
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble at the pebbles.

I chatter, chatter, as I go

To join the brimming river;

For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever!

NOISE OF A WATERFALL.

But oft by Kenmour's awful fall we stood, More solemn made by Kenmour's gloomy wood, Watching the water dash the spray around, As oe'r the rocks it fell, roaring headlong down, Tumbling the boiling surge, foaming below, Raising the bubbles with the sun-lit glow. Like thunder pealing from the clouds that lower, So strong the torrent and so loud its roar ; Or like an avalanche that totters to its fall With one tremendous crash, it rends its icy wall; Then thundering down a gaping chasm wide Hurls its flowing ice around on every side!

THUNDER.

The thunder,

Winged with red lightning and impetuous rage,
Perhaps hath spent his shafts, and ceases now
To bellow through the vast and boundless deep!
A STORM.

'Tis listening fear, and dumb amazement all,
When to the startled eye, the sudden glance,
And following slower, in explosion fast
The thunder raises his tremendous voice,
At first, heard solemn; o'er the verge of heaven
The tempest growls, but as it nearer comes,
And rolls its awful burden on the wind,
The lightnings flash a larger curve, and more
The noise astounds, till over head a sheet
Of vivid flame discloses wide, then shuts
And opens wider; shuts and opens still
Expansive, deep'ning, mingling, peal on peal
Crashes horrible, convulsing heaven and earth.

CHAPTER XXVIII.

VOICE AND PASSION TRANSITIONS.

TRANSITION Occurs wherever there is a change in the sentiment, or to introduce a parenthetical clause or idea. The voice changes in pitch, stress, time, force, inflection, quality, etc., to express a change in the emotion or passion, and these changes are called transitions, but the method of making them properly is called modulation. The best tone if continued long will become tedious; hence the necessity for frequent changes. Such modifications of voice are also necessary to express corresponding changes in the sentiment. The transitions should be made gradually, unless sudden and abrupt changes are necessary to express corresponding transitions of passion.

(Soft, with cadence):

(Loud):

Soft, as the slumber of a saint forgiven,

And mild as opening beams of promised heaven!

The combat deepens. On ye brave,

Who rush to glory or the grave!

Wave, Munich all thy banners wave,
And charge with all thy chivalry !

(Pure tone, effusive utterance):

And while the shadowy veil of night
Sleeps on the mountain side,
And brilliants of unfathomed light

Be-gem the concave wide,

There is a spell, a power of harmonious love
That is beckoning me to the realms above

(Aspirate tone, with effusive utterance) :

How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh,
Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear
Were discord to the speaking quietude

That wraps this moveless scene.

(Pectoral, with slow time and prevalence of monotone):

In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up; it stood still, but I could not discern the form there-of, an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice saying, "Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?"

(Loud and quick):

Hark to that roar, whose swift and deafening peals

In countless echoes through the mountains ring,
Startling pale midnight on her starry throne;
Now swells the intermingling din; the jar,
Frequent and frightful, of the bursting bomb,

(Louder):

The falling beam, the shriek, the groan, the shout,
The ceaseless clangor and the rush of men

(Very loud):

Inebriate with rage; loud and more loud

The discord grows, till pale death shuts the scene, (Lower and slower):

And o'er the conqueror and the conquered draws (Deep aspirate);

His cold and bloody shroud.