EXERCISE XLI. THE VICTOR'S CROWN. Mrs. Hale. "This piece forms an example in change of "expression;” part of each stanza being in the bold, joyous, and swelling tones of triumph; the second, in the grave tone of aversion, regret, and disappointment, with "low notes," "aspirated quality," "suppressed force,” and “slow movement.” The close of the last stanza forms an exception, and is read with the tone of triumph.] a crown of light! From the land where the flowers ne'er feel a blight A king went forth on the rebel array, He frowned, and there's nought save ashes and blood, Yet his treacherous foes he hath not slain. A crown for the victor, a crown of light! Encircled with jewels so pure and bright, Night never hath gloomed where its lustre flows; A hero came from the gory field, And low at his feet the pale captives kneeled; A crown for the victor, a crown of light! That shining crown shall gain. With searching eye, and stealthy tread, Like festering wounds are the wrongs he hath borne, But his deadliest foe he hath not slain. A crown for the victor, a crown of light! He hath wrestled with self, and with passion striven; his sins, are slain. end EXERCISE XLII. FORTITUDE OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS OF NEW [The full tone of public address, belongs properly to the following passage. The style of utterance is "declamatory orotund,” but varies to "pathos" and "subdued expression," in the description of suffering and death.] IN a late undesigned visit to Plymouth, I sought the spot where the earlier dead of the Pilgrims were buried. It was on a bank, you remember, somewhat elevated, below the town and between it and the water, near and looking forth upon the waves, symbol of what life had been to them; ascending inland behind and above the rock, a symbol of that "rock of ages," on which the dying had rested in the final hour. As the pilgrim found these localities, you might stand on that bank and hear the restless waters chafe and melt against its steadfast base: the unquiet of the world composed itself at the portals of the grave. On that spot were laid to rest together, the earth carefully smoothed down, that the Indians might not count the number, the true, the pious, the beautiful, and the brave, - till the heavens be no more. There certainly was buried the first governor; and there was buried Rose, the wife of Miles Standish. "You will go to them," wrote Robinson, "but they shall not return to you." When this sharp calamity had abated, came famine. - have seen," said Edward Winslow, quoted by Mr. Bancroft, strong men staggering through faintness for want of food;" and after this, and during all this, and for years, there brooded in every mind not a weak fear, but an intelligent apprehension that at any instant, at midnight, at noonday, at the marriage, the baptism, or the burial of the dead, a foe more cruel than the grave, might blast, in an hour, that which disease and want had so hardly spared. How they endured all this you have also heard. Let one fact suffice. When, in April, the May Flower sailed for England, not one pilgrim returned in her! The peculiarity which has seemed to me to distinguish these trials of the pilgrim age, from the chief of those which the general voice of literature has concurred to glorify, as the trials of heroism; the peculiarity which gives to these and such as these, the attributes of a truer heroism, is this; that they had to meet them on what was then an humble, obscure, and distant stage; with no numerous audience to look on and applaud, and cast its wreaths on the fainting brow of him, whose life was rushing with his blood; and unsustained by one of those stormier, and more stimulating, impulses, and aims, and sentiments, which carry a soldier to his grave of honour, as joyfully as to the bridal bed. Where were the pilgrims, while in this furnace of affliction? And who saw and took thought for them? They were alone on the earth! Directly and solely "in their great Taskmaster's eye." If every one of them had died, the first winter, of lung fever, or been starved to death, or crushed by the tomahawk, who was there to mourn for them? A few hearts in Leyden would have broken; and that had been all. Unlike the martyr, even, around whose ascended chariot wheels and horses of fire, a congregation might come to sympathize and be exalted, blasphemers to be defied, and struck with unwonted admiration, they were alone on the earth. Primeval forests, a winter's sea, a winter's sky, circled them about, and excluded every sympathizing human eye. To play the part of heroism on its high places, and its theatre, is not, perhaps, so very difficult. To do it alone, as seeing Him who is invisible, was the stupendous trial of the pilgrim heroism. I have said too, that a peculiarity in their trials, was, that they were unsustained altogether by every one of the passions, aims, stimulants, and excitations: the anger, the revenge, the hate, the pride, the awakened, the dreadful thirst of blood, the consuming love of glory, the feverish rapture of battle, that burn, as on volcanic isles, in the heart of mere secular ized heroism. - Not one of all these aids did or could come in use for them. Their character and their situation both excluded them. Their enemies were disease walking in darkness, and destroying at noonday; famine which, more than all other calamities, bows the spirit of a man, presses his radiant form to the dust, and teaches him what he is; the wilderness; spiritual foes on the high places of the unseen world. Even when the first Indian was killed, the exclamation of Robinson was, "Oh! that you had converted some, before you had slain any." Now, I say, the heroism which can look, in a great cause, all the more terrible ills that flesh is heir to, calmly in the face, and can tread them under its feet, as sparks, without these aids, is at least as lofty a quality as that which canTo my eye, as I look back, it looms on the shores of the past with a more towering and attractive grandeur. It seems to me to speak from our far ancestral life, a higher lesson to a nobler nature. not. EXERCISE XLIII. CHORUS IN THE "FALL OF JERUSALEM." Milman. [An example of sublimity and grandeur of "expression," demanding full "orotund quality," through the greater part of it, but commencing in the "pure tone" of "pathos," with deep utterance and "pectoral quality." In the description of the fate of the Egyptians, the "movement” becomes " rapid," from intensity of emotion, and again sinks to the low note and slow utterance of awe. The concluding stanza returns to the bold style of exultation.] KING of kings! and Lord of lords! Behold, O Lord! the Heathen treads The branches of thy fruitful vine, That its luxurious tendrils spreads O'er all the hills of Palestine. And now the wild boar comes to waste No! by the marvels of thine hand, Like us in utter helplessness, On the margin of the flood, And the summoned east wind blew : And aside it sternly threw The gathered waves, that took their stand, Or walls of sea-green marble piled Then the light of morning lay Then with bow and banner glancing, |