9. Pity the sorrows of a poor old man. 10. Ring, joyous chords !-ring out again! 11. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll. 12. Come and trip it, as ye go, On the light fantastic toe. 13. But hush hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell. 14. Away! away! and on we dash. 15. Forward the light brigade! 16. All's hushed as midnight yet. 17. Hail! holy light, offspring of Heaven, first born. 18. Liberty! Freedom! Tyranny is dead! 19. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound! 20. Or whispering with white lips, "The foe! they come, they come !" 21. Joy! joy! Shout, shout aloud for joy! 22. Strike! till the last armed foe expires! 23. How like a fawning publican he looks! 24. Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death! 25. Ring the alarm-bell! Murder! and treason! 26. Ride softly! ride slowly! the onset is near! Move slowly move softly! the sentry may hear. 27. No! by St. Bride of Bothwell, no! 28. 29. On a sudden open fly The infernal gates, and on their hinges grate Heaven opened wide Her ever-during gates, harmonious sound, 30. But gentler now the small waves glide, Like playful lambs on a mountain side. 31. With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone. 32. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line, too, labors, and the words move slow. 33. Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows. But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. 34. Clang! clang! the massive anvils ring, Clang! clang! a hundred hammers swing; Like the thunder rattle of a tropic sky, The mighty blows still multiply. 35. SONG OF THE SHIRT. Work! work! work! Till the brain begins to swim ; Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam, and gusset, and band, Band, and gusset, and seam, Till over the buttons I fall asleep, HOOD. How frightful the grave! how deserted and drear! Second Voice. How peaceful the grave! its quiet how deep! 37. MILITARY COMMAND, "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Halt! Charge! Chester, charge! On! Stanley, on! 38. THE HERALD'S CALL. Rejoice, ye men of Angiers, ring your bells, SECTION V. DIALECT READING AND PERSONATION. In dialect reading, the peculiarities of speech should be reproduced with fidelity, but should not be exaggerated. In the reading of dialogues there is, of necessity, a marked change of tone and manner when the reader personates two or more characters. EXAMPLES OF DIALECT READING. 1. SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE. Scores of women, old and young, Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, 2. THE DEACON'S MASTERPIECE. WHITTIER. But the Deacon swore, as deacons do, It should be so built that it couldn' break daown. "Fur," said the Deacon, "'t's mighty plain Is only jest T' make that place uz strong uz the rest." 3. SPRING. O little city-gals, do n't never go it HOLMES. Blind on the word o' noospaper or poet! I, with my trouses perched on cow-hide boots, Ez stiddily ez though 'twuz a redoubt. 4. THE GRIDIRON. LOWELL. Patrick. I beg pardon, sir; but maybe I'm under a mistake, but I thought I was in France, sir. An't you all furriners here? Parley voo frongsay? Frenchman. Oui, monsieur. Patrick. Then, would you lind me the loan of a gridiron, if you plase? I know it's a liberty I take, sir; but it's only in the regard of bein' cast away; and if you plase, sir, parley voo frongsay? Frenchman. Oui, monsieur, oui. Patrick. Then would you lind me the loan of a gridiron, sir, and you'll obleege me? Frenchman. Monsieur, pardon, monsieur Patrick. Then lind me the loan of a gridiron, I say. Frenchman. Oui, oui, monsieur. Patrick. Then lind me the loan of a gridiron, and howld your prate. Well, I'll give you one chance more, you owld thafe! Are you a Christian, at all, at all? Are you a furriner that all the world calls so p'lite? Bad luck to you! do you understand your mother tongue? Parley voo frongsay? (Very loud.) Parley voo frongsay? Frenchman. Oui, monsieur, oui, oui. Patrick. (Screaming.) Thin lind me the loan of a gridiron ! 5. AFTER-DINNER SPEECH BY A FRENCHMAN. "Milors and Gentlemans-You excellent chairman, M. le Baron de Mount-Stuart, he have say to me, 'Make de toast.' Den I say to him dat I have no toast to make; but he nudge my elbow ver soft, and say dat dere is von toast dat nobody but von Frenchman can make proper; and, derefore, wid your kind permission, I vill make de toast. 'De brevete is de sole of de feet,' as you great philosophere, Dr. Johnson, do say, in dat amusing little vork of his, de Pronouncing Dictionnaire; and, derefore, I vill not say ver moch to de point. "Ah! mes amis! ven I hear to myself de flowing speech, de oration magnifique of you Lor' Maire, Monsieur Gobbledown, I feel dat it is von great privilege for von étranger to sit at de same table, and to eat de same food, as dat grand, dat majestique man, who are de terreur of de voleurs and de brigands of de metropolis; and who is also, I for to suppose, a halterman and de chief of you common scoundrel. Milors and |