accelerando. When to their sports they turn'd. Immediately Archers and slingers, cataphracts and spears. fz. f. Rifted the air, clamoring their God with praise, Who had made their dreadful enemy their thrall. To heave, pull, draw, or break, he still perform'd, leg. All with incredible, stupendous force; None daring to appear antagonist. At length, for intermission's sake, they led him With both his arms on those two massy pillars, That to the arched roof gave main support. P. Felt in his arms, with head awhile inclin❜d, And eyes fast-fix'd, he stood, as one who pray'd, retard. Or some great matter in his mind revolv'd: | presto. At last, with head erect, thus cried aloud: mod. "Hitherto, lords, what your commands impos' I have perform'd, as reason was, obeying, Now, of my own accord, such other trial I mean to show you of my strength, yet greater, mod. This utter'd, straining all his nerves, he bow'd: BAs with the force of winds and waters pent, When mountains tremble, those two massy pillars He tugg'd, he shook, till down they came, and drew Upon the heads of all who sat beneath; Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors, or priests, Their choice nobility and flower, Met from all parts, to solemnise this feast. | maestoso. Samson with these immix'd, inevitably Pull'd down the same destruction on himself! 2. EXERCISE ON RHYTHMICAL READING. The object of the following exercise is practically to school the ear of the pupil to a just rhythmical pulsation of voice in the reading of verse: for that purpose, the accents are marked as a guide to the pupil for pulsation and remission of voice; he must also fill up the rhythm with proper rests. Such the bard's prophetic words, She with all a monarch's príde, "Ruffians! pitiless as proud, Heav'n awards the vengeance due. Empire is on us bestowed, Shame and ruin wait for you!" TO THE EAGLE. PERCIVAL. BIRD of the broad and sweeping wing, Where wide the storms their banners fling, Thy throne is on the mountain top; Thou síttest like a thing of light The midway sun is clear and bright; It cannot dim thy gaze. Where the vessel plunges, hurry past, Thou art perch'd perch'd aloft on the beetling crag, And the waves are white belów, And with a haste that cannot lag, They rush in an endless flow. Again thou hast plumed thy wing for flight, |