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11. HYMN 108, BOOK II.
Up to the courts above,
Upon a throne of love. 2 Once 'twas the seat of dreadful wrath,
And shot devouring flàme:
And Veng'ance was his name. 3 Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood,
That cālm'd .. his frowning face, That sprinkl'd o'er the burning throne,
And turn'd the wrath to grace. 4 To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on High ;
That lays his fury by.
As my eternal God,
And spreads the heav'ns abroad? 2 How can I die while Jesus lives,
Who rose and left the dead ?
From mine exalted Head. 3 All that I am, and all I have,
Shall be forever thine :
My cheerful hands resign.
And duty did not call,
13. Missionary Hymn.
From India's coral strand;
Their land from error's chain. 2 What tho' the spicy breezes
Blow soft o’er Ceylon's isle,
Bows down to wood and stone.
With wisdom from on high,
Has learn'd Messiah's name.
And you, ye waters, roll,
Bishop Heber. EXERCISES.
The reader will observe that no rhetorical notation is applied in
the following Exercises.
Hamlet's instruction to Players. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke
my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your 5 hand, thus: but use all gently : for in the very torrent,
tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it sinoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear
a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tat10 ters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who,
for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise : I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod.
Pray you, avoid it.- -Be not too tame neither ; but let 15 your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the
word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature : for any thing so overdone is from the purpose of playing ;
whose end, both at the first, and now, was, and is, to 20 hold as 'twere the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue
her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure. Now this, overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskil
ful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the 25 censure of which one, must, in your allowance, o’er
weigh a whole theatre of others. O, there be players, that I have seen play,--and heard others praise, and that highly,--not to speak it profanely, that, neither having
the accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, 30 nor man, have so strutied, and bellowed, that I have
thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Shakspeare. 30. The dead Mother. F. Touch not thy mother, boy-Thou canst not
wake her. C. Why, father? She still wakens at this hour.
F. Your mother's dead, my child. 5 C. And what is dead ?
If she be dead, why then 'tis only sleeping,
F. Her heart is cold.
C. If she would waken, she would soon be warm.
I should be cold like her. 15 F. No- not like her:
The fire might warm you, or thick clothes-but her-
C. If I could wake her,
have slept too long-
F. Come, my child.
C. Once, when I sat upon her lap, I felt 25 A beating at her side, and then she said
It was her heart that beat, and bade me feel
Only mine was the quickest-And I feel
My own heart yet—but her's—I cannot feel30
F. Child ! child !--you drive me mad-Come hence,
C. Nay, father, be not angry! let me stay here
F. I have told you,
But in another she will wake for us.
C. Would it were night then !
F. No, unhappy child !
That last, long sleep.—Thy father soon shall sleep it;
That thou hadst natural ties,-an orphan lone,
C. Father! Father !
You will not hurt me?
Has sorrow's violence so much of anger,
C. You are not angry then ?
F. Too well I love you.
Nor what is meant-you terrified me so.
31. The Temptation. Gen. iii.- Now the serpent was more subtile than any beast of the field which the Lord God had made : and he said unto the woman, yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eal of every tree of the garden? 2 And the woman said unto the serpent, we may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden: 3 But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst