1.  Quick! or he faints! stand with the cordial near!

2.  Back to thy punishment, false fugitive!

3.  Fret till your proud heart breaks!  Must I observe you?  Must I crouch beneath your testy humor?

4.  Up drawbridge, grooms! what, warder, ho! 
   Let the portcullis fall!

5.  Quick, man the lifeboat! see yon bark,
     That drives before the blast! 
   There’s a rock ahead, the fog is dark,
     And the storm comes thick and fast.

6.  I am at liberty, like every other man, to use my own language; and though, perhaps, I may have some ambition to please this gentleman, I shall not by myself under any restraint, nor very solicitously copy his diction, or his mien, however matured by age or modeled by experience.

MOVEMENT. (51)

Movement is the rapidity with which the voice moves in reading and speaking.  It varies with the nature of the thought or sentiment to be expressed, and should be increased or diminished as good taste may determine.  With pupils generally, the tendency is to read too fast.  The result is, reading or speaking in too high a key and an unnatural style of delivery—­both of which faults are difficult to be corrected when once formed.  The kinds of movement are Slow, Moderate, and Quick.

Directions.—­Read a selection as slowly us possible, without drawling.  Read it again and again, increasing the rate of movement at each reading, until it can be read no faster without the utterance becoming indistinct.  Reverse this process, reading more and more slowly at each repetition, until the slowest movement is obtained.

SLOW MOVEMENT. (52)

1.  Oh that those lips had language!  Life has passed
   With me but roughly, since I heard them last.

2.  A tremulous sigh from the gentle night wind
     Through the forest leaves slowly is creeping,
   While stars up above, with their glittering eyes,
     Keep guard; for the army is sleeping.

3.  O Lord’! have mercy upon us, miserable offenders’!

4.  So live, that when thy summons comes to join
   The innumerable caravan that moves
   To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take
   His chamber in the silent halls of death,
   Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night,
   Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
   By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
   Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
   About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

MODERATE MOVEMENT. (52)

1.  The good’, the brave’, the beautiful’,
     How dreamless’ is their sleep,
   Where rolls the dirge-like music’
     Of the over-tossing deep’! 
   Or where the surging night winds
     Pale Winter’s robes have spread
   Above the narrow palaces,
     In the cities of the dead’!