Why not? He's made for them, and they for him;
They want a sycophant, and he wants slaves.

"But here I stand and scoff you! here, I fling
Hatred and full defiance in your face!

Your consul's merciful: :- - for this, all thanks.
He dares not touch a hair of Catiline!"

But when fear and secrecy are blended with malignity, the 'impure quality' is so marked as to be all but a whisper on the emphatic words.

Example from "King John."

"KING JOHN. Good Hubert! Hubert! Hubert! throw

thine eye

On yon young boy. I'll tell thee what, my friend,

He is a very serpent in my way;

And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,

Well, I'll not say what I intend for thee:

Remember!"

Examples of pure quality.'

1. "That which befits us, imbosomed in beauty and wonder as we are, is cheerfulness and courage, and the endeavor to realize our aspirations."

Example of pure tone,' with lively, median stress.

2. "It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France, then the Dauphiness, at Versailles, and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.

"I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in, glittering like the morning-star, full of life, and splendor, and joy."

'Lower pitch' and 'slower time.' 'Long quantity,' and prolonged median stress.

3. "O! what a revolution! and what a heart must I have to contemplate without emotion, that elevation and that fall! Little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her, in a Nation of gallant men, in a Nation of men of honor, and of cavaliers! I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards, to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult.

"But the age of chivalry is gone, and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever."

The following selection from Shelley's "To a Skylark," is full of rapturous beauty, and requires the 'purest tone' and the smoothest and happiest median stress,' prolonged with swelling fulness on the emphatic words:

Bird thou never wert,
That from heaven, or near it,

Pourest thy full heart

In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

"Higher still and higher

From the earth thou springest;
Like a cloud of fire,

The blue deep thou wingest,

And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

"In the golden lightning

Of the sunken sun,

O'er which clouds are brightening,

Thou dost float and run,

Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.

"All the earth and air

With thy voice is loud,

As, when night is bare,

From one lonely cloud

The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.

"What thou art, we know not;

What is most like thee?

From rainbow clouds there flow not

Drops so bright to see,

As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.

"Sound of vernal showers

On the twinkling grass,
Rain-awakened flowers,

All that ever was

Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.

"Teach us, sprite or bird,

What sweet thoughts are thine;

I have never heard

Praise of love or wine

That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.

"Better than all measures

Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures

That in books are found,

Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!

"Teach me half the gladness

That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness

From my lips would flow,

The world should listen then, as I am listening now."

'Noble' example for pure tone,' to be given also with full median stress.

“We wish that this column, rising towards heaven among the pointed spires of so many temples dedicated to God, may contribute also to produce, in all minds, a pious feeling of dependence and gratitude. We wish, finally, that the last object on the sight of him who leaves his native shore, and the first to gladden him who revisits it, may be something which shall remind him of the liberty and glory of his country. Let it rise till it meet the sun in his coming; let the earliest light of morning gild it, and parting day linger and play upon its summit.”

Example of subdued beauty,' with the same 'pure quality, but with slower time,' 'softer force,' and less lively median

stress.'

"How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears! soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.

66 Look how the floor of heaven

Is thick inlaid with patens of bright gold!
'There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st,
But in his motion like an angel sings;

Such harmony is in immortal souls!"

Subdued and pathetic' example for pure quality,' 'soft force,' short slides,' and gentle median stress.'

"There's another, - not a sister,

gone by,

- in the happy days

You'd have known her by the merriment that sparkled in her

eye;

Tell her the last night of my life, (for ere the moon be risen,
My body will be out of pain, my soul be out of prison,) —
I dreamed I stood with her, and saw the yellow sunlight shine
On the vine-clad hills of Bingen, fair Bingen on the Rhine!
I saw the blue Rhine sweep along, — I heard, or seemed to

hear,

The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear; And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill,

The echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and

still;

And her glad blue eyes were on me as we passed with friendly talk,

Down many a path beloved of yore, and well-remembered walk; And her little hand lay lightly, confidingly in mine,

But we'll meet no more at Bingen-loved Bingen on the Rhine!"

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Subdued example' for very soft force,' short slides,' and gentle median stress,' and the 'purest quality.'

"I thought to pass away before, and yet alive I am; And in the fields all round I hear the bleating of the lamb. How sadly, I remember, rose the morning of the year! To die before the snow-drop came, and now the violet's here. O sweet is the new violet, that comes beneath the skies, And sweeter is the young lamb's voice to me that cannot rise, And sweet is all the land about, and all the flowers that blow, And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go. O look! the sun begins to rise, the heavens are in a glow; He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them I know.