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But, my lords, do you, the judges of this land, and the expounders of its rightful laws', do you approve of this mockery, and call it justice'? No! justice is not this halt and miserable object; it is not the ineffective bauble of an Indian pagod`; it is not the pôrtentous phantom of despair`; it is not like any fabled monster, formed in the eclipse of reason, and found in some unhallowed grove of superstitious darkness and political dismay! No, my lords.

56. Continuative Tone.* (See § 31.)

1. As we perceive the shadow to have moved along the dial, but did not perceive it moving; and it appears that the grass has grown, though nobody ever saw it grow, so the advances we make in knowledge, as they consist of such minute steps, are only perceivable by the distance gone over.

2. 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. It is thou, Liberty! thrice sweet and gracious goddess, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever will be so, till Nature herself shall change. No tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle, or chemic power turn thy sceptre into iron; with thee to smile upon him, as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled. Gracious Heaven! grant me but health, thou Great Bestower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as my companion, and shower down thy mitres, if it seem good unto thy divine providence, aching for them!

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3. Ashamed to toil, art thou? Ashamed of thy dingy workshop and dusty labor-field; of thy hard hand, scarred with service more honorable than that of war; of thy soiled and weather-stained garments, on which mother Nature has em

* The old name of slur has been given by some authorities to the continuative tone, that subdued, gliding movement of the voice, by which parts of a sentence of inferior stress (here presented in italics) are contrasted with the more emphatic passages.

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broidered, 'mid sun and rain, 'mid fire and steam, her own heraldic honors? Ashamed of these tokens and titles, and envious of the flaunting robes of imbecile idleness and vanity? It is treason to Nature, it is impiety to Heaven, breaking Heaven's great ordinance. TOIL, I repeat,—TOIL, either of the brain, of the heart, or of the hand, is the only true manhood, the only true nobility!

4. Methinks I see Death and the Furies waiting
What we will do, and all the Heavens at leisure
For the great spectacle. Draw, then, your swords,
And, should our destiny begrudge our virtue

The honor of the day, let us take care

To sell ourselves at such a price as may

Undo the world to buy us!

57. Exercises in Monotone. (See § 32.)

1. And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself, -
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve',
And, like this unsubstantial pageant, faded'
Leave' not a rack` behind.

2. Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse
Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,
An awful pause, prophetic of her end.

3. High on a throne of royal state, which far
Outshone the wealth of Ormus or of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous East, with richest hand,
Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,
Satan exalted sat.

4. I am thy father's spirit,

Doomed for a certain term to walk the night;
And, for the day, confined to fast in fires`,

Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,

Are burned and purged away. But that I am forbid

To tell the secrets of my prison-house,

I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word

Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood;
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ;
Thy knotted and combin-ed locks to part,

And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine:

But this eternal blazon must not be

To ears of flesh and blood. — List, list, O list! —

If thou didst ever thy dear father love,
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder.

5. MONOTONE WITH TRANSITION.

They cannot render back

The golden bowl that's broken at the fountain,
Or mend the wheel that's broken at the cistern,
Or twist again the silver cord that's loosed.
Yea! life for life, vile bankrupts as they are,
Their worthless lives, for his of countless price,
Is their whole wherewithal to pay the debt.

§ 58. Exercises in Parenthesis.

Read the Remarks, § 31, p. 20, in regard to the parenthesis as affording a good exercise in changing from one key to another.

1. Pride in some particular disguise or other (often a secret to the proud man himself) is the most ordinary spring of action among men.

2. If there's a Power above us

(And that there is, all Nature cries aloud

Through all her works), He must delight in virtue;
And that which He delights in, must be happy.

3. Therefore, thou gaudy gold,

(Hard food for Midas!) I will none of thee.
Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge
"Tween man and man; but thou, thou meagre lead,
(Which rather threat'nest than dost promise aught),

Thy paleness moves me more than eloquence,
And here choose I. Joy be the consequence!

4. Hear me, recreant!

On thine allegiance hear me.

Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow,
(Which we durst never yet,) and with strained pride,
To come betwixt our sentence and our power,
(Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,)
Our potency made good, take thy reward.

5. The great distinction of a nation, (the only one worth possessing, and which brings after it all other blessings,) is the prevalence of pure principle among the citizens.

6. Man's use and function (and let him who will not grant me this, follow me no further), is to be the witness of the glory of God, and to advance that glory by his reasonable obedience and resultant happiness. Whatever enables us to fulfill this function is (in the pure and first sense of the word) useful

to us.

7. His spear (to equal which the tallest pine
Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast
Of some great admiral, were but a wand)
He walked with to support uneasy steps
Over the burning marle.

8. I had letters from him (here I felt in my pockets) that exactly spoke the Czar's character, which I knew perfectly well.

9. Young master was alive last Whitsuntide, said the coachman. Whitsuntide! alas! cried Trim, (extending his right arm, and falling instantly into the same attitude in which he read the sermon,) what is Whitsuntide, Jonathan, (for that was the coachman's name,) or Shrovetide, or any tide or time past, to this? Are we not here now, (continued the corporal, striking the end of his stick perpendicularly upon the floor, so as to give an idea of health and stability,) and are we not (dropping his hat upon the ground) gone in a moment?

§ 59. Exercises in Emphasis. (See § 33.)

1. 'Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill
Appear in writing or in judging ill.

But of the two less dangerous is the offense
To tire the patience than mislead the sense;
Some few in that, but numbers err in this:

Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.

2. When a Persian soldier was reviling Alexander the Great, his officer reprimanded him by saying, Sir, you were paid to fight against Alexander, and not to rail at him.

3. A day, an HOUR, of virtuous liberty

Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

4. The question with me is, not whether you have a right to render your people miserable, but whether it is not your interest to make them happy. It is not what a lawyer tells me I may do, but what humanity, reason, and justice tell me I ought to do. Is a politic act the worse for being a generous one? Is no concession proper, but that which is made from your want of right to keep what you grant? Or does it lessen the grace or dignity of relaxing in the exercise of an odious claim, because you have your evidence-room full of titles, and your magazines stuffed with arms to enforce them? What signify all those titles, and all those arms? Of what avail are they, when the reason of the thing tells me that the assertion of my title is the loss of my suit, and that I could do nothing but wound myself by the use of my own weapons?

5. He that trusts you,

Where he should find you lions, finds you

Where foxes.. GEESE! You are no surer

Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,

Or hailstone in the sun. . . . . He that depends

Upon your favors swims with fins of lead,

HARES;

- no !

And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! - Trust ye?

With every minute you do change a mind:

And call him noble, that was now your hate,

Him vile, that was your garland.

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