LESSON I.—­PARSING.

“Ah!  St. Anthony preserve me!—­Ah—­ah—­eh—­eh!—­Why—­why—­after all, your hand is not so co-o-o-old, neither.  Of the two, it is rather warmer than my own.  Can it be, though, that you are not dead?” “Not I.”—­MOLIERE:  in Burgh’s Speaker, p. 232.

“I’ll make you change your cuckoo note, you old philosophical humdrum, you—­[Beats him]—­I will—­[Beats him].  I’ll make you say somewhat else than, ’All things are doubtful; all things are uncertain;’—­[Beats him]—­I will, you old fusty pedant.”  “Ah!—­oh!—­ehl—­What, beat a philosopher!—­Ah!—­oh!—­eh!”—­MOLIERE:  ib., p. 247.

“What! will these hands never be clean?—­No more of that, my lord; no more of that.  You mar all with this starting.” * * * “Here is the smell of blood still.—­All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.  Oh! oh! oh!”—­Shak., Macbeth, Act V, Sc. 1.

   “Ha! at the gates what grisly forms appear! 
    What dismal shrieks of laughter wound the ear!”—­Merry.

LESSON II.—­PARSING.

“Yet this may be the situation of some now known to us.—­O frightful thought!  O horrible image!  Forbid it, O Father of mercy!  If it be possible, let no creature of thine ever be the object of that wrath, against which the strength of thy whole creation united, would stand but as the moth against the thunderbolt!”—­Burgh’s Speaker, p. 289.

“If it be so, our God, whom we serve, is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace; and he will deliver us out of thine hand, O king.  But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up.”—­Daniel, iii, 17 and 18.

“Grant me patience, just Heaven!—­Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world—­though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst—­the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!”—­Sterne.

   “Ah, no!  Achilles meets a shameful fate,
    Oh! how unworthy of the brave and great.”—­Pope.

LESSON III.—­PARSING.

“O let not thy heart despise me! thou whom experience has not taught that it is misery to lose that which it is not happiness to possess.”—­Dr. Johnson.

“Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery! still thou art a bitter draught; and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no less bitter on that account.”—­Sterne.

“Put it out of the power of truth to give you an ill character; and if any body reports you not to be an honest or a good man, let your practice give him the lie.  This is all very feasible.”—­Antoninus.

“Oh that men should put an enemy into their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!”—­Shakspeare.