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1. The Head and Face. The hanging down of the head denotes shame, or grief; the holding it up, pride, or courage. To nod forward implies assent; to toss the head back, dissent. The inclination of the head implies bashfulness, or languor. The head is averted in dislike, or horror; it leans forward in attention.

2. The Eyes. The eyes are raised in prayer. They weep in sor. row; they born in anger. They are cast on vacancy in thought; they are thrown in different directions in doubt and anxiety.

3. The Arms. The arm is projected forward in authority. Both arms are spread extended in-admiration. They are held forward in imploring help; they both fall suddenly in disappointment.

4. The Hands. The hand on the head indicates pain, or distress; on the

eyes, shame. On the lips, injunction of silence; on the breast, it appeals to conscience, or intimates desire. The hand waves or flourishes in joy, or contempt. Both hands are held supine, or clasped, in prayer; both descend prone, in blessing. They are clasped, or wrung, in affliction; they are held forward, and received, in friendship

5. The Body. The body, held erect, indicates steadiness and courage; thrown back, pride. Stooping forward, condescension, or compassion; Bending, reverence, or respect. Prostration, the utmost humility, or abasement.

6. The Lower Limbs. Their firm position signifies courage, or ob stinacy. Bended knees, timidity, or weakness; frequent change, disturbed thoughts. They advance in desire, or courage; they retire in aversion, or fear. They start in terror; they stamp in authority, or anger; they kneel in submission, and prayer.

6. “ The organs of the body must be attuned to the organs of the mind.” The eye and gesture must often coincide in the same line of direction, producing, at times, the magical effect of making the audience see (by the eye of the mind) the location pointed out, and the scenery described. Take the follow ing example, and apply the above rule to its delivery:

Yon eagle, ah! how joyously he soars up to the glorious heavens: the bird of liberty; the bird of America!

His throne is on the mountain top,

His fields, the boundless air;
And hoary peaks, that proudly prop

The skies, his dwellings are.

7. The gestures must be appropriate to the sentiment, and follow, hand in hand, with the tracery of the thought. Let the following illustrations be recited with this view :

1. See through this air, this ocean, and this earth,

All matter quick, and bursting into birth;
Above, how high progressive life may go,

Around, how wide, how deep extend below.
2.

Soinetimes
He scours the right hand coast, sometimes the left;
Now shaves with level wing the deep, then soars
Up to the fiery concave towering high.

8. First, then, there must exist in the mind the clearly de fined, great, good, or beautiful thought.

9. Second, there must be given the proper sound, look, and gesture to that thought.

10. Third, the breathing forth of the soul, through the whole outward man, all his powers harmoniously blended in action, gives

"That charm to delivery, that magical art,
That thrills like a kiss, from the lip to the heart."

SPECIMENS FOR READING AND SPEAKING.

The following brief, miscellaneous specimens, including a great variety both of style and sentiment, are inserted, to be used as models of expression in the various styles of reading and speaking. The student will here find the lively and pathetic, the tragic and comic, the sublime and beautiful, the pa triotic and devotional. Guided by the preceding rules, let teacher and pupils closely study the sense and style of each specimen, and dwell upon it until they can give each its natural expression.

1. Talking.

Son. How big was Alexander, Pa,

That people call him great i
Was he like old Goliath, tall-

His spear an hundred weight!
Father. O no, my son, about as large

As I or Uncle James:
'Twas not his stature made him great,
But greatness of his name.

2. To the Sun-(Monotone.)

O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun, thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone.

3. Liberty.

But in Cato's judgment, a day, an hour of virtuous liberty is worth a whole ETERNITY in bondage

4. Man.

What a piece of work is man; how noble in reason; how infinito in fer ulties; in form and moving how express and admirable ; in action how like an angel ; in apprehension how like a God!

5. Immortality.
It must be so.—Plato, thou reasonest well !
Elsė, whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.
Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!

6. Triumph of Virtue.
As some tall cliff that rears its awful form,
Swells from the plain, and midway leaves the storm,
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

7. Praise God.
To Thee, whose temple is all space,

Whose altar, earth, sea, skies,
One chorus let all beings raise,

All nature's incense risé.

8. What I Love.
I love to set me on some steer,
That overhangs this billowy deep,

And hear the waters roar.
I love to see the big waves fly,
And swell their bosoms to the sky,

Then burst upon the shore.

9. What I Hate.
I hate to see a little dunce,

Who dont get up till eight,
Come slowly moping into school,

A half an hour too late.

I hate to see his shabby dress,

The buttons off his clothes;
With blacking on his hands and face,

Instead of on his shoes.

10. Golden Rule.

To do to others as I would

That they should do to me,
Will make me honest, kind and good,
As children ought to be.

11. Picture of Thought.

The scene was enchanting; in distance away,
Rolled the foam-crested waves of the Chesapeake bay;
While, bathing in moonlight, the village was seen;
With the church in the distance, that stood on the green;
The soft-sleeping meadows lay brightly unrolled,
With their mantles of verdure, and blossoms of gold;
And the earth in her beauty, forgetting to grieve,
Lay asleep in her bloom on the bosom of eve.

12. Tragic Thought.

0, could my dying hand but lodge a sword
In Cæsar's bosom, and revenge my country;
I could enjoy the pangs of death, and smile,
In agony !

13. Beautiful Thought. As the goddess of music takes down her lute, touches its silver cords, and sets the summer melodies of nature to words; so an angel from the spirit-land comes to us in our sweetest slumber, and gently awakens our highest faculties to the finest thought and serenest contemplation.

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