"I come! I come! ye have called me long, "From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain, They are flashing down from the mountain brows, 66 Middle Pitch. Thought is deeper than all speech; Feeling deeper than all thought; Souls to souls can never teach Mrs. Hemans, What unto themselves is taught."-C. P. Cranch. "Be wise; not easily forgiven Are those, who, setting wide the doors that bar The secret bridal chambers of the heart, Let in the day."- Tennyson. "All the past of Time reveals A bridal-dawn of thunder-peals, Whenever Thought hath wedded Fact."— Ibid. Low Pitch. "Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying.” — Tennyson. "Down dropped the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'T was sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea."— Coleridge. "His heavy-shotted hammock shroud Drops in his vast and wandering grave."— Tennyson. "Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory: But we left him alone with his glory."-Wolfe. "Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire." Tennyson. Very Low Pitch. "News fitting to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible."-- Shakespeare. "Tumultuous horror brooded o'er her van, Presaging wrath to Poland - and to man!"— Campbell. "He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown."- Byron. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still! " "And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, Byron. "The majority of persons in this country pitch their voices too high, not only when they read and speak in public, but also in their colloquial intercourse. We not unfrequently meet with those who always speak in the highest key of the natural voice, and we occasionally meet with some who even speak in the falsetto. A high pitch in speech is unpleasant to the cultivated ear; it is totally inadequate to the correct expression of sentiments of respect, veneration, dignity, or sublimity."-Comstock. "Few faults in speaking, however, have a worse effect than the grave and hollow note of the voice, into which the studious and sedentary are peculiarly apt to fall in public address. A deep and sepulchral solemnity is thus imparted to all subjects, and to all occasions, alike. The free and natural use of the voice is lost; and formality and dullness become inseparably associated with public address on serious subjects; or the tones of bombast and affectation take the place of those which should flow from Russell. earnestness and elevation of mind.". - The various kinds and degrees of emotion require different notes of the voice for their appropriate expression. Deep feeling produces low tones; joyful and elevated feeling inclines to a high strain; and pity, though widely differing in force, is also expressed by the higher notes of the scale. Moderate emotion inclines to a middle ILLUSTRATIONS OF DEGREES OF PITCH. High Pitch. "Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; In the deep bosom of the ocean bury'd. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Grim visaged war has smoothed his wrinkled front; To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute." Gloster, in RICHARD THE THIRD. "Down, down, down, Down to the depths of the sea, She sits at her wheel in the humming town, Singing most joyfully. Hark, what she sings, 'O joy, O joy, For the humming street, and the child with its toy, For the wheel where I spun, And the blessed light of the sun.' And so she sings her fill, Singing most joyfully, Till the shuttle falls from her hand, And the whizzing wheel stands still. She steals to the window, and looks at the sand; And over the sand at the sea; And her eyes are set in a stare; And anon there breaks a sigh, A long, long sigh, For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden, And the gleam of her golden hair." THE FORSAKEN MERMAN. Arnoid. "But if ye saw that which no eyes can see, There dwells sweet Love, and constant Chastity, There Virtue reigns as queen in royal throne The which the base affections do obey, Then would ye wonder and her praises sing, That all the woods would answer, and your echo ring." THE EPITHALAMIUM.-Spenser. "Sea-kings' daughter from over the sea, Alexandra! Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee, Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet! Break, happy land, into earlier flowers! Make music, O bird, in the new budded bowers! Warble, O bugle, and trumpet, blare! Flames, on the windy headland flare! Utter your jubilee, steeple and spire! Rush to the roof, sudden rocket, and higher Roll and rejoice, jubilant voice, Roll as a ground-swell dashed on the strand, Bride of the heir of the kings of the sea We are each all Dane in our welcome of thee, "Be sure, no earnest work Of any honest creature, howbeit weak, For carrying out God's end. No creature works . . . Let us be content, in work, To do the thing we can, and not presume To fret because it's little."-AURORA LEIGH. You I "Though we fail indeed, a score of such weak workers, He will work over us. Does he want a man, Не |