mighty mountain, unable to support its weight of waters, shook to the foundation. A lake had burst upon its summit, and the cataract became a falling ocean. The source of the great deep appeared to be discharging itself over the range of mountains; the great gray peak tottered on its foundation!It shook!-it fell! and buried in its ruins, the castle, the village, and the bridge! IV. HYMN TO THE NIGHT-WIND. 1. UNBRIDLED SPIRIT, throned upon the lap Of thy most melancholy voice; sublime, 2. Daughter of Darkness! when remote the noise 3. Or lapwing's shrill and solitary cry ; When sleep weighs down the eyelids of the world, Forth from thy cave, wide-roaming, thou dost come Behold! Stemming with eager prow the Atlantic tide, The wings of night brood shadowy; heave the waves Portentous of a storm; all hands are plied, 4. 5. 6. And many a thought, with troubled tenderness, Breathes forth; meanwhile, the boldest sailor's cheek With a low, insidious moan, Rush past the gales that harbinger thy way, Rolls the deep thunder, with tremendous crash, Amid the severing clouds that pour their storms, Disturb'd, arise The monsters of the deep, and wheel around Sing'st in the rifted shroud; the straining mast Thou churn'st the deep To madness, tearing up the yellow sands V. THE CATARACT OF LODORE. FROM SOUTHEY. ROBERT SOUTHEY, a distinguished English poet, was born in Bristol, in 1774. He wrote upon a great variety of subjects, and was, in 1813, appointed Poet Laureate, a post which he retained till his decease, in March, 1843. [This lesson is inserted on account of its very peculiar adaptation for practice on the difficult sound ing.] How does the water Come down at Lodore? From its sources which well In the tarn on the fell; In the mountains, Its rills and its gills; Through moss and through brake, It runs and it creeps, For awhile, till it sleeps And through the wood-shelter, Hurry-skurry. Here it comes sparkling, It reaches the place The cataract strong As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among; Rising and leaping, A sight to delight in, Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound: Collecting, projecting, Receding and speeding, And shocking and rocking, Dividing and gliding and sliding, And falling and brawling and sprawling, And driving and riving and striving, And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling: And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping, ON INFLECTION. The following exercises to the 62d are, most of them, marked with the appropriate inflections, beginning with a few of the more simple principles, and gradually adding others. 1. THE history of the world is full of testimony to prove how much depends upon industry; not an eminent author has lived but is an example` of it. Yet, in contradiction to all this, the almost universal feeling appears to be, that industry can effect nothing, that eminence is the result of accident`, and that every one must be content to remain just what he may happen to be. Thus multitudes, who come forward as teachers and guides, suffer themselves to be satisfied with the most indifferent attainments, and a miserable mediocrity, without so much as inquiring how they might rise higher, much less making any attempt to rise. 2. For any other art they would serve an apprenticeship, and would be ashamed to practice it in public ́, before they have learned it. If any one would sing ́, he attends a master, and is drilled in the very elementary principles`; and, only after the most laborious process, dares to exercise his voice in public. This he does', though he has scarce any thing to learn but the mechanical execution of what lies, in sensible forms, before his eye. But the extempore speaker ́, who is to invent as well as to utter, to carry on an operation of the mind as well as to produce sound, enters upon |