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IV. It is said that a certain actor read lago's part in this manner:. “Honest? My Lord? How does this differ in meaning from this: "Honest, my Lord?”

V. Mark the inflections in Lincoln's Gettysburg Address in Part III.

VI. Determine the difference in meaning:
1. Shall I tell a story or a narrative?
2. Shall I tell a story or a narrative?
VII. Plot out the melody in the following:
1.

The mate for beauty Should be a man, and not a money chest !-LYTTON. 2. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.-SHAKESPEARE. 3. In the lexicon of youth, which Fate reserves

For a bright manhood, there is no such word

As "fail."-LYTTON. 4. We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow;

Our wise sons, no doubt, will think us so.—POPE. 5. I find earth not gray but rosy, heaven not grim but fair of

hue. Do I stoop? I pluck a posy. Do I stand and stare? All's

blue.-BROWNING. VIII. Tell a short, humorous story. Observe the change of pitch.

MISCELLANEOUS EXAMPLES FOR PRACTICE Determine the proper Key, Inflection, Slides, and Melody in the following:

1. "I've done now," said Sam, with slight embarrassment; I've been a-writin'."

"So I see,” replied Mr. Weller. "Not to any young 'ooman, I hope, Sammy.”

"Why, it's no use a-sayin' it ain't,” replied Sam. "It's a walentine.”

"A what?” exclaimed Mr. Weller, apparently horror-stricken .by the word.

"A walentine,” replied Sam.

"Samivel, Samivel,” said Mr. Weller, in reproachful accents, “I didn't think you'd ha' done it."-DICKENS.

II. Has he maintained his own charges? Has he proved what he alleged ? —WEBSTER. III. Does the road wind up hill all the way? Yes, to the

very

end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?

From morn to night, my friend.
IV. I desired Titus, and with him I sent a brother. Did Ti-
tus make a gain of you? Walked we not in the same spirit?
Walked we not in the same steps ?--BIBLE.

V. “Is it possible you can forgive me for the miserable lies I have uttered?” asked John, almost unconscious of the words he was speaking. “Is it possible you can forgive me for uttering these lies, Dorothy ?” he repeated.—MAJOR. VI. We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths ;

In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Life is but a means unto an end; that end,-

Beginning, mean, and end to all things,God.-BAILEY. VII. We are not trying to give an improper advantage to the poor man because he is poor; to the man of small means because he has not larger means, for that is not in accordance with the spirit of this government; but we are striving to see that the man of small means has exactly as good a chance, so far as we can obtain it for him, as the man of larger means -that there shall be equality of opportunity for the one as for the other, because that is the principle upon which our government is founded.—Roose

VELT.

VIII. Neither blindness, nor gout, nor age, nor penury, nor domestic afflictions, nor political disappointments, nor abuse, nor proscription, nor even neglect, had power to disturb his sedate and majestic patience.-SELECTED. IX. Come, read to me some poem,

Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,

And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,

Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo

Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,

Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;

And to-night I long for rest.
Then read from the treasured volume

The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet

The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music,

And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,

And as silently steal away.
The Day is Done.

LONGFELLOW.

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FIRST VOICE

“Ah me—the scorching sand!

The cloudless, burned-out blue !
The choking air on every hand,

That the rain drops never through!”
The Desert.

ANNA C. BRACKETT. XI. I lived first in a little house, and lived there very well,

I thought the world was small and round, and made of

pale blue shell. I lived next in a little nest, nor needed any other, I thought the world was made of straw, and brooded to

my mother.

One day I fluttered from the nest to see what I could find.
I said: “The world is made of leaves, I have been very

blind.”

At length I flew beyond the tree, quite fit for grown-up

labors, I don't know how the world is made, and neither do my

neighbors ! Bird Thoughts.

AUTHOR NOT KNOWN. XII. My home was a dungeon,-how could that be,

When loftiest ceilings rose stately and free?
Love roamed in the forest or sat by the sea,
And through the long hours was nothing to me.
My home is a palace,-how can that be,
When through the rude rafters the stars I can see?
Love knocked at my window and bade me be free.

I followed him gladly to share this with thee.
Then and Now.

RENA H. INGHAM.

XIII. In 1864 when Lincoln was a candidate for re-election, a friend spoke to him of a member of his Cabinet who was a candidate also. Mr. Lincoln said that he did not concern himself much about that. It was important to the country that the department over which his rival presided should be administered with vigor and energy, and whatever would stimulate the Secretary to such action would do good. “R ," said he, "you were brought up on a farm, were you not? Then you know what a chin-fly is. My brother and I,” he added, “were once plowing corn on a

Kentucky farm, I driving the horse, and he holding the plow. The horse was lazy; but on one occasion rushed across the field so that I, with my long legs, could scarcely keep pace with him. On reaching the end of the furrow, I found an enormous chin-fly fastened upon him, and knocked him off. My brother asked me what I did that for. I told him I didn't want the old horse bitten in that way. “Why,' said my brother, 'that's all that made him go!' Now," said Mr. Lincoln, "if Mr. has a presidential chin-fly biting him, I'm not going to knock him off if it will make his department go.”

-B. F. CARPENTER.

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