Shouting.

"To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!"

Narrative.

He woke to die 'midst flame, and smoke,
And shout, and groan, and saber-stroke,

And death-shots falling thick and fast
As lightnings from the mountain-cloud;
And heard, with voice as trumpet loud,
Bozarris a cheer his band;-

Shouting.

"Strike till the last armed foe expires;

Strike

Strike

-

for altars and your fires;
your

for the green graves of your sires;
God, and your native land!"

RULE 11. The language of anger, vexation, fear, alarm, and terror, is loud, high, vehement, and rapid in movement, varying, however, according to the intensity of excitement. The falling inflection prevails in the expression of these emotions.

Impatience, Anger, and Contempt.

Brutus. Go to; you are not Cassius.b

Cassius. I am.

Bru. I say you are not.

Cas. Urge me no more; I shall forget myself: Have mind upon your health; tempt me no further.

■ Bozzaris, (Marco,) a Grecian commander, who fell in an attack on the Turks, at Lapsi, August 20th, 1823. He expired in the moment of victory. b Cassius, (Caius,) the friend of Brutus, and a conspirator against Cæsar.

QUESTION. What is the rule for the language of anger, vexation, fear, alarm, and terror?

Bru. Away, slight man!

Cas. Is 't possible?

Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.

Must I give way and room to your rash choler?

Shall I be frightened when a madman stares?
Cas. Must I endure all this?

Bru. All this? ay, more. Fret, till your proud heart break;

Go, show

your slaves how choleric you are,

And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge!
Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch
Under

your testy humor?

You shall digest the venom of your spleen,
Though it do split you; for, from this day forth,
I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter,
When you are waspish.

Cas. Is it come to this?

Bru. You say, you are a better soldier;

Let it appear so; make your vaunting true,

And it shall please me well. For mine own part,

I shall be glad to learn of noble men.

Cas. You wrong me every way—you wrong me, Brutus;

I said an elder soldier, not a better:

Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved me.

Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted him,

Cas. I durst not?

Bru. No.

Cas. What! durst not tempt him?

Bru. For your life you durst not.

Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love;

Bru. You have done what you should be
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats;
For I am arm'd so strong in honesty,
That they pass by me as the idle wind
Which I respect not. I did send to you

For certain sums of gold, which

you

sorry
for.

denied me;

For I can raise no money by vile means:

I had rather coin my heart,

And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash,
By any indirection. I did send

To you for gold to pay my legions,

Which you denied me.
Was that done like Cassius!
Should I have answered Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunder-bolts,
Dash him to pieces.

That brought my answer back. Brutus hath rived

A friend should bear a friend's infirmities;

But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

Bru. I do not, till you practice them on me.
Cas. You love me not.

Bru. I do not like your faults.

Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.

Bru. A flatterer's would not, though they did appear

As huge as high Olympus.a

Olympus, a celebrated mountain in Macedonia.

Alarm and Fear.

Search, there; nay, probe me; search my wounded reins,

Pull-draw it out

Oh! I am shot! A forked burning arrow

Sticks across my shoulders; the sad venom flies

Like lightning through my flesh, my blood, my marrow.
Ha! what a change of torments I endure!

A bolt of ice runs hissing through my body;

"T is sure

the arm of death; give me a chair; Cover me, for I freeze, my whole frame shakes; Oh! 't is death! 't is death!

EXERCISE XV.

RULE 12. The language of authority, reproof, affirmation, denial, and defiance, generally requires a strong, full, energetic voice, with strong emphasis, varied movement, and falling inflection.

Authority.

Silence! obstreperous traitors!

Your throats offend the quiet of the city;

And thou who standest foremost of these knaves,

Stand back, and answer me

a senator;

What have you done? Do you hear me?

Back, on your lives! treacherous cowards!

Do know me? look on me;

do you

know

you

This honest sword I brandish? Back! back! I say.

QUESTION. What is the rule for the language of authority, reproof, affirmation, denial, and defiance?

CÆSAR PASSING THE RUBICON.a.

Reproof and Censure.

KNOWLES.

1. How long did Cæsar pause upon the brink of the Rubi con ? How came he to the brink of that river? How dared he cross it? Shall a private man respect the boundaries of private property, and shall a man pay no respect to the boundaries of his country's rights? How dared he cross that river?— Oh! but he paused upon the brink. He should have perished on the brink, ere he had crossed it! Why did he pause?-Why does a man's heart palpitate when he is on the point of committing an unlawful deed? Because of compassion, you say. What compassion? The compassion of an assassin, that feels a momentary shudder, as his weapon begins to cut!

What was From what

Was that

2. Cæsar paused upon the banks of the Rubicon? the Rubicon The boundary of Cæsar's province. did it separate his province? From his country. country a desert? No; it was cultivated and fertile; rich and populous! Its sons were men of genius, spirit, and generosity! Its daughters were lovely and chaste! Friendship was its inhabitant! Love was its inhabitant! Domestic affection was its inhabitant! Liberty was its inhabitant!-all bounded by the stream of the Rubicon!

3. What was Cæsar, that stood upon the bank of the Rubicon? A traitor, bringing war and pestilence into the heart of that country! No wonder that he paused; no wonder if, his imagination wrought upon by his conscience, he had beheld blood, instead of water; and heard groans, instead of murmurs! No wonder if some gorgon horror had turned him into stone upon the spot! But no!-he cried, "The die is cast!" He plunged he crossed!—and Rome was free no more!!

Rubicon a river anciently forming the boundary between Gaul and Italy.