"You would | THINK | SO," 0 | said the | landlord, 0 | smacking | his lips. | 0 0 | “Things | have hap- | pened WELL | for him. |00| The old | man dead; |0 his broth- | er dead | too|

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"His brother | DEAD?" 0 | said the | travel- | ler, with a start. 0|00|

Dead, | 0 or as | GOCD as | dead. |00| He went | off on | his trav- | els ten | YEARS | ago, | and has | never | been heard | of since. | 0 0 | So JAMES | has come | into | the es- | tate, 0 | 0 and | a BRAVE | estate | it is, | 0 and | a gay | | GENTLEMAN is James | 00 | What! GOING, | sir?"

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"I beg your par- | don," 0 | said the | travel- | ler, ris-| ing. | 0 “I—0|I 0 | have | BUSINESS | with this | James."

II. THE CHEERFUL LOCKSMITH. — CHARLES DICKENS.

Animated Narrative. — To express the cheerfulness of this selection, read on quite a high pitch, making wide intervals when required, to the lower pitches. Long quantity, pure tone. Give "tink" a metallic

sound.

From the workshop of the Golden Key there issued forth a TINKLING sound, so merry and good-humored, that it suggested the idea of some one working BLITHELY, and made quite pleasant music. Tink, tink, tink, clear as a silver BELL, and audible at every pause of the streets' HARSHER noises, as though it said, "I don't care; nothing puts ME out. I am RESOLVED to be happy."

Women SCOLDED, children SQUALLED, heavy CARTS went rumbling by, horrible cries proceeded from the lungs of HAWKERS; still it struck in again, no higher, no lower, no louder, no softer; not thrusting itself on people's notice a "BIT the more for having been outdone by LOUDER sounds, tink, tink, tink, tink, tink.

It was a perfect EMBODIMENT of the still small voice, free

from all cold, hoarseness, huskiness, or unhealthiness of ANY kind. Foot passengers slackened their pace, and were disposed to LINGER near it; neighbors who had got up splenetic that morning, felt GOOD-HUMOR stealing on them as they heard it, and by degrees became quite sprightly. Mothers danced their BABIES to its ringing. Still the same magical tink, tink, tink, came gayly from the workshop of the Golden Key.

Who but the locksmith could have MADE such music? A gleam of SUN shining through the unsashed window and checkering the dark workshop with a broad patch of light, fell full UPON him, as though attracted by his sunny heart. There he STOOD working at his anvil, his face radiant with exercise and gladness, his sleeves turned up, his wig pushed off his shining forehead, the EASIEST, FREEST, HAPPIEST man in all the world.

III. LOCHINVAR.- SIR WALTER SCOTT.

Lively Narrative. - Observe that the author is in sympathy with Lochinvar. Observe, also, the haughty attitude of the father, the deferential-indifferent attitude of Lochinvar. High pitch, quick rate, medium stress, frequent wide intervals.

1. O young Lochinvar has come out of the West,

Through all the wide border his steed was the best!
And save his good broadsword, he weapon had none,
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone.

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

2. He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone,
He swam the Eske River where ford there was none;

But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,

The bride had consented, the gallant came late :

For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,

Was to wed the fair Ellen of young Lochinvar.

3. So boldly he entered the Netherby hall,

'Mong bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), "O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,

Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ?"

4. So stately his form, and so lovely her face,

That never a hall such a galliard did grace;

While her mother did fret, and her father did fume,
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume;
And the bridemaidens whispered, "'T were better, by far,
To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."

5. One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,

When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,

So light to the saddle before her he sprung;

"She is won! we are gone! over bank, bush, and scar, They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.

IV. TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE.

Oratoric.

- Conversational basis. Observe the easy but vivid and incisive style in this short extract from a speech of this prince of American orators. Medium pitch, slow rate, radical stress, downward slides.

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Mounting his horse, and riding to the eastern end of the island, Toussaint looked out on a sight such as no native had ever seen before. Sixty ships of the line, crowded by the best soldiers of Europe, rounded the point. They were soldiers who had never yet met an equal, whose Cæsar's, had shaken Europe, soldiers who had scaled the pyramids and planted the French banners on the walls of Rome. He looked a moment, counted the flotilla, let the reins fall on the neck of his horse, and turning to Cristophe, exclaimed, "All France is come to Hayti; they can only

come to make us slaves; and we are lost!" He then recognized the only mistake of his life, — his confidence in Bonaparte, which had led him to disband his army. Returning to the hills, he issued the only proclamation which bears his name and breathes vengeance: "My children, France comes to make us slaves. God gave us liberty; France has no right to take it away. Burn the cities, destroy the harvests, tear up the roads with cannon, poison the wells, show the white man the hell he comes to make." And he was obeyed.

When the great William of Orange saw Louis XIV. cover Holland with troops, he said, "Break down the dikes, give Holland back to the ocean"; and Europe said, "Sublime!" When Alexander saw the armies of France descend upon Russia, he said, "Burn Moscow, starve back the invaders"; and Europe said, "Sublime!" This black saw all Europe marshalled to crush him, and gave to his people the same heroic example of defiance.

It is true, the scene grows bloodier as we proceed. But, remember, the white man fitly accompanied his infamous attempt to reduce freemen to slavery with every bloody and cruel device that bitter and shameless hate could invent. Aristocracy is always cruel. The black man met the attempt, as every such attempt should be met, with war to the hilt. In his first struggle to gain his freedom, he had been gener ous and merciful, saved lives and pardoned enemies, as the people in every age and clime have always done when rising. against aristocrats. Now, to save his liberty, the negro exhausted every means, seized every weapon, and turned back the hateful invaders with a vengeance as terrible as their own, though even now he refused to be cruel.

Leclerc landed. Cristophe took two thousand white men, women, and children and carried them to the mountain for safety, then with his own hands set fire to the splendid palace which French architects had just finished for him, and in forty

hours the place was in ashes. The battle was fought in its streets, and the French driven back to their boats. Wherever they went they were met with fire and sword. Once resisting an attack, the blacks, Frenchmen born, shouted the Marseilles hymn, and the French stood still; they could not fight the Marseillaise. And it was not till their officers sabred them on that they advanced, and then they were beaten.

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He then sent word to Leclerc, "I will submit. I could continue the struggle for years, could prevent a single Frenchman from safely quitting your camp. But I hate bloodshed. I have fought only for the liberty of my race. antee that, I will submit and come in." He took the oath to be a faithful citizen, and on the same crucifix Leclerc swore that he should be faithfully protected, and that the island should be free.

As the French general glanced along the line of his splendidly equipped troops, and saw opposite Toussaint's ragged, ill-armed followers, he said to him, "L'Ouverture, had you continued the war, where could you have got arms?" would have taken yours," was the Spartan reply.

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He went down to his house in peace; it was summer. Leclerc remembered that the fever months were coming, when his army would be in hospitals, and when one motion of that royal hand would sweep his troops into the sea. He was too dangerous to be left at large. So they summoned him to attend a council; he went, and the moment he entered the room the officers drew their swords and told him he was a prisoner.

He was sent to the castle of St. Joux, to a dungeon twelve feet by twenty, built wholly of stone, with a narrow window, high up on one side, looking out on the snows of Switzerland. In this living tomb the child of the sunny tropics was left to die.