Remains the growth of nature-the true shoot
Abuse could not eradicate, and leave

The trunk and root alive,-one virtue-manhood,
The brow whereon doth sit disdain of threat,
Defiance of agression and revenge

For contumely. You did strike me. Come!
I must have blow for blow!

12. REMORSE.

The countenance is cast down as in dejection, and the head is occasionally shaken mournfully, as in painful remembrance of some past crime. The voice is harsh and reproachful. The hands are occasionally wrung as in intense grief, and the deportment is a succession of painful writhings.

EXAMPLE:

O! my offence is rank, it smells to heaven,
It hath the primal, eldest curse upon't;
A brother's murder. Pray I cannot:
Though inclination be as sharp as 't will,
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent;
And, like a man to double business bound,
I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect. What if this cursed hand
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heaven
To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy,
But to confront the visage of offence?

And what's in prayer but this twofold force,
To be forestalled ere we come to fall,

Or pardon'd being down? Then I'll look up;
My fault is past.-But O! what form of prayer
Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!

That cannot be, since I am still possess'd
Of those effects for which I did the murder,
My crown, mine own ambition, and my Queen.
May one be pardon'd, and retain the offence?
In the corrupted currents of this world,
Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice;
And oft 'tis seen, the wicked prize itself
Buys out the laws. But 'tis not so above.
There is no shuffling: there the action lies
In its true nature, and we ourselves compell'd,
Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults,
To give in evidence. What then? What rests?
Try what repentance can-what can it not?
Yet, what can it when one cannot repent?
O wretched state ! O bosom black as death!

O limèd soul, that, struggling to be free,

Art more engaged! Help, angels !—make assay— Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!

And all may yet be well!

13. ANGER

Expresses itself with boisterous vehemence. The utterance is not infrequently gasping and inarticulate, suggestive of its not being able to keep pace with the intensity of passion, and its being marred by the violent agitation of the body. The brow is corrugated, the eyes glare fiercely, the nostrils are dilated. The body is sometimes drawn back as in aversion, and sometimes thrown forward as though it would spring furiously upon the hated object. EXAMPLE:

A traitor sold him to his foes; O deed of deathless shame! I charge thee, boy, if e'er thou meet'st with one of Assynt's

name,

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Be it upon the mountain side, or yet within the glen, Stand he in martial gear alone, or back'd by armèd men, Face him as thou wouldst face the man who wrong'd thy sire's renown,

Remember of what blood thou art, and strike the caitiff down.

They brought him to the Watergate hard bound with hempen span,

As though they held a lion there, and not a fenceless man. They set him high upon a cart, the hangman rode below. They drew his hands behind his back, and bared his noble brow;

Then (as a hound is slipp'd from leash) they cheer'd (the common throng),

And blew the note with yell and shout, and bade him pass along.

The Marquis gazed a moment, and nothing did he say, But the cheek of Argyle grew ghastly pale, and he turn'd

his eyes away.

The painted harlot by his side, she shook through every limb, For a roar like thunder swept the street, and hands were clench'd at him;

And a Saxon soldier cried aloud, "Back, coward, from thy place,

For seven long years thou hast not dared to look him in the face."

Had I been there with sword in hand, and fifty Camerons

by,

That day through high Dunedin's streets had peal'd the slogan-cry.

Not all their troops of trampling horse, nor might of mailèd men,

Not all the rebels in the south had borne us backward then! Once more his foot on Highland heath had trode as free

as air,

Or I, and all that bore my name, been laid around him there.

14. CHEERFULNESS.

The countenance is sanguine and happy, without the slightest tension upon any fibre or muscle. The lips are very slightly aperient, and the eyes wide open and vivacious, to counteract an expression which would otherwise be sleepy and lethargic. The deportment is erect and unconstrained.

EXAMPLE:

Here to the houseless child of want
My door is open still;

And though my portion is but scant,
I give it with good will.

Then turn to-night and freely share
Whate'er my cell bestows;

My rushy couch and frugal fare,
My blessing and repose.

No flocks that range the valley free
To slaughter I condemn;

Taught by the Power that pities me,
I learn to pity them :

But, from the mountain's grassy side
A guiltless feast I bring;

A scrip with herbs and fruit supplied,
And water from the spring.

Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego;

All earth-born cares are wrong;

Man wants but little here below,

Nor wants that little long.

ON PUBLIC SPEAKING.

Infinitely the most important requisition in regard to oratory is the possession of something that is really worth the saying. No amount of elegant diction and impressive delivery can lend a real dignity to nonsense, or kindle a halo over the dull forehead of ignorance. No one of any intellectual cultivation can listen with either pleasure or profit even to a post-prandial speech where the speaker rises to say nothing, and endeavours to atone for his error by saying that nothing beautifully. Even the most distant approaches should be made to the shrine of oratory, remembering that she is a goddess grand and august, presiding over the emotions, passions, and intellect of man, commensurate with the loftiest sympathies of his nature, and ́almost ashamed of the mere tongue, the mean and humble medium through which she exercises the sway of her tremendous energies. Let the brain be possessed of intelligence and power, and the heart keenly susceptible to emotion, and let an emergency present itself on which this power and this emotion can be brought to bear directly, and they shall impart to an ordinary command of language the force and the grace of eloquence. In the majority of instances, after a course of literary and elocutionary training, if the speaker is thoroughly conversant with his subject, and earnestly impressed with the conviction of its importance, the speech will take care of itself. Thought and feeling have a stronger tendency to produce speech than speech to produce thought and feeling. The true orator thinks himself into speech, and never attempts to speak himself into thought. It is true that several of our more eloquent orators have not been elocutionists at all in the strict sense of the term. But it can