His throne is on the mountain top,
His fields, the boundless air;

And hoary peaks, that proudly prop

The skies, his dwellings are.

7. The gestures must be appropriate to the sentiment, and follow, hand in hand, with the tracery of the thought. Let the following illustrations be recited with this view:

1. See through this air, this ocean, and this earth,
All matter quick, and bursting into birth,
Above, how high progressive life may go,
Around, how wide, how deep extend below.
Sometimes

2.

He scours the right hand coast, sometimes the left;
Now shaves with level wing the deep, then soars
Up to the fiery concave towering high.

8. First, then, there must exist in the mind the clearly de fined, great, good, or beautiful thought.

9. Second, there must be given the proper sound, look, and gesture to that thought.

10. Third, the breathing forth of the soul, through the whole outward man, all his powers harmoniously blended in action, gives

"That charm to delivery, that magical art,

That thrills like a kiss, from the lip to the heart."

SPECIMENS FOR READING AND SPEAKING.

The following brief, miscellaneous specimens, including a great variety both of style and sentiment, are inserted, to be used as models of expression in the various styles of reading and speaking. The student will here find the lively and pa thetic, the tragic and comic, the sublime and beautiful, the pa triotic and devotional. Guided by the preceding rules, let teacher and pupils closely study the sense and style of each specimen, and dwell upon it until they can give each its natural expression.

1. Talking.

Son. How big was Alexander, Pa,
That people call him great!
Was he like old Goliath, tall-

His spear an hundred weight!

Father. Ono, my son, about as large
As I or Uncle James:

"Twas not his stature made him great,
But greatness of his name.

2. To the Sun-(Monotone.)

O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers. Whence are thy beams, O sun, thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone.

3. Liberty.

But in Cato's judgment, a day, an HOUR of virtuous liberty is worth a whole ETERNITY in bondage

4. Man.

What a piece of work is man; how noble in reason; how infinito in falties; in form and moving how express and admirable; in action how like an angel; in apprehension how like a God!

5. Immortality.

It must be so.-Plato, thou reasonest well!

Else, whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?

"Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter,

And intimates eternity to man.

Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!

6. Triumph of Virtue.

As some tall cliff that rears its awful form,

Swells from the plain, and midway leaves the storm,
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are sprea ↳
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

7. Praise God.

To Thee, whose temple is all space,

Whose altar, earth, sea, skies,

One chorus let all beings raise,

All nature's incense rise.

8. What I Love.

I love to set me on some steep,
That overhangs this billowy deep,
And hear the waters roar.

I love to see the big waves fly,
And swell their bosoms to the sky,

Then burst upon the shore

9. What I Hate.

I hate to see a little dunce

Who dont get up till eith,
Come slowly moping into school,
A half an hour too late.

I hate to see his shabby dress,
The buttons off his clothes;

With blacking on his hands and face,
Instead of on his shoes.

10. Golden Rule.

To do to others as I would

That they should do to me,

Will make me honest, kind and good,
As children ought to be.

11. Picture of Thought.

The scene was enchanting; in distance away,
Rolled the foam-crested waves of the Chesapeake bay;
While, bathing in moonlight, the village was seen;
With the church in the distance, that stood on the green;

The soft-sleeping meadows lay brightly unrolled,
With their mantles of verdure, and blossoms of gold;

And the earth in her beauty, forgetting to grieve,

Lay asleep in her bloom on the bosom of eve.

12. Tragic Thought.

O, could my dying hand but lodge a sword
In Caesar's bosom, and revenge my country;
I could enjoy the pangs of death, and smile,
In agony!

13. Beautiful Thought.

As the goddess of music takes down her lute, touches its silver cords, and sets the summer melodies of nature to words; so an angel from the spirit-land comes to us in our sweetest slumber, and gently awakens our highest faculties to the finest thought and serenest contemplation.

14. To the Ocean.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!

Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain.

Thou glorious mirror! where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests; in all time,

Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm,
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Dark heaving-boundless, endless, and sublime.

15. Pride in Dress.

How proud we are, how fond to show
Our clothes, and call them rich and new,
When the poor sheep and silk-worms wore
That very clothing, long before.

16. Little Mary.

'I wish I was a kitten," said little Mary to her mother, one day, “I wish I was a kitten; then I could play all the time, running, and jumping, and rolling a ball. O, how pretty she looks! see, ma, unly see her play!"

17. The American Flag.

Flag of the free hearts' only home,
By angel hands to valor given!

Thy stars have lit the welkin dome,

And all thy hues were born in heaven.

Forever float that standard sheet!

Where breathes the foe but falls before us;

With freedom's soil beneath our feet,

And freedom's banner streaming o'er us.