cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that the nation shall, under God, have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, and for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

At the Dedication of Gettysburg Cemetery.

LINCOLN.

4. Straightway Virginius led the maid a little space aside,

To where the reeking shambles stood, piled up with horn and hide.

Hard by, a butcher on a block had laid his whittle down,—

Virginius caught the whittle up, and hid it in his gown.

And then his eyes grew very dim, and his throat began to swell, And in a hoarse, changed voice he spake, "Farewell, sweet child, farewell!

The house that was the happiest within the Roman walls,The house that envied not the wealth of Capua's marble halls, Now, for the brightness of thy smile, must have eternal gloom, And for the music of thy voice, the silence of the tomb.

"The time is come. The tyrant points his eager hand this way; See how his eyes gloat on thy grief, like a kite's upon the prey; With all his wit he little deems that, spurned, betrayed, bereft, Thy father hath, in his despair, one fearful refuge left; He little deems that, in this hand, I clutch what still can save Thy gentle youth from taunts and blows, the portion of the slave;

Yea, and from nameless evil, that passeth taunt and blow,— Foul outrage, which thou knowest not,—which thou shalt never know.

Then clasp me round the neck once more, and give me one more kiss;

And now, mine own dear little girl, there is no way but this!" With that he lifted high the steel, and smote her in the side, And in her blood she sank to earth, and with one sob she died. Then, for a little moment, all the people held their breath; And through the crowded forum was stillness as of death;

And in another moment broke forth from one and all

A cry as if the Volscians were coming o'er the wall;
Till, with white lips and bloodshot eyes, Virginius tottered nigh,
And stood before the judgment seat, and held the knife on high:
"O dwellers in the nether gloom, avengers of the slain,
By this dear blood I cry to you, do right between us twain;
And e'en as Appius Claudius has dealt by me and mine,
Deal you by Appius Claudius and all the Claudian line!"
So spake the slayer of his child; then where the body lay,
Pausing, he cast one haggard glance, and turned and went his

way.

Then up sprang Appius Claudius: "Stop him, alive or dead!
Ten thousand pounds of copper to the man who brings his
head!"

He looked upon his clients, but none would work his will;
He looked upon his lictors, but they trembled and stood still.
And as Virginius through the press his way in silence cleft,
Ever the mighty multitude fell back to right and left;
And he hath passed in safety unto his woful home,

And there ta'en horse, to tell the camp what deeds are done in
Rome.
"Virginius."

MACAULAY.

5. The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces; help us to play the man, let cheerfulness abound with industry. Give us to go blithely on our business all this day, bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored; and grant us in the end the gift of sleep.

"A Morning Prayer."

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.

THE EMOTIONS

It is neither desirable nor possible to lay down arbitrary rules for expressing emotion, since people express their feelings according to individual temperament and circum

stances. helpful.

Some general considerations, however, will be

In love, sympathy, devotion, and kindred feelings, the voice is usually inclined to high pitch, the eyes have a gentle luster, and a smile plays about the lips. In gravity the eyebrows are lowered, the lips shut firmly and the eyes apparently rest on vacancy. Surprise, wonder, and amazement are indicated by elevated eyebrows, open eyes and mouth, and aspirated voice. In tranquillity, the eyes are mild, the face composed, and the body in repose. In anxiety, dejection, and grief, there is a downward contraction of the facial muscles and relaxation of the body. In sorrow and grief the corners of the mouth are drawn down. Violent grief often vents itself in beating the head with the hands, stamping the feet, and running about distracted. In fear the voice is weak and trembling, the lips, face and body shake, and the heart beats violently. Shyness is indicated by side glances. Pride is manifest in a lofty look, erect head, firm body, open eyes, and sometimes with lower lip protruded. In courage the figure is erect and free in its movements, and the voice full and firm.

EXAMPLES

ADMIRATION

What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!

"Hamlet."

SHAKESPEARE.

ADMONITION

Remember March, the Ides of March remember!
Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake?
What villain touch'd his body, that did stab,
And not for justice? What! shall one of us,
That struck the foremost man of all this world,
But for supporting robbers; shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes;
And sell the mighty space of our large honors
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
"Julius Cæsar."

SHAKESPEARE.

ANGER

And dar'st thou, then, to beard the lion in his den,

The Douglas in his hall?

And hop'st thou hence unscathed to go?

No! by Saint Bride of Bothwell, no!

"Marmion."

APPEAL

SCOTT.

Arthur. Oh, save me, Hubert, save me! my eyes are out, Even with the fierce looks of these bloody men!

"King John."

AWE

SHAKESPEARE.

Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world.
Silence how dead! and darkness how profound!
Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds.
Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse
Of life stood still, and nature made a pause,—
An awful pause, prophetic of her end.

"Night Thoughts."

YOUNG.

COMMAND

"Halt !”—the dust-brown ranks stood fast;
"Fire!"-out blazed the rifle-blast.

"Barbara Frietchie."

COURAGE

WHITTIER.

He shuddered, set teeth, kept silence.
Without a reproach or cry

The women were slain before him,

And he stood and he saw them die.

"The Ballad of Splendid Silence."

COWARDICE

Acres. No, I say we won't run by my valor!

Sir Lucius. What the devil's the matter with you?

NESBIT.

Acres. Nothing, nothing, my dear friend-my dear Sir Lucius—but—I—I—I don't feel quite so bold, somehow, as I did. Sir L. Oh, fie! consider your honor.

Acres. Ay, true-my honor-do, Sir Lucius, edge in a word or two, every now and then, about my honor.

Sir L. Well, here they're coming.

Acres. Sir Lucius, if I weren't with you, I would almost think I was afraid—if my valor should leave me! valor will come and go. "The Rivals."

SHERIDAN.

DEFIANCE

Blaze, with your serried columns!

I will not bend the knee!

The shackles ne'er again shall bind
The arm which now is free.
I've mail'd it with the thunder,

When the tempest mutter'd low;

And where it falls, ye well may dread
The lightning of its blow!

"The Seminole's Reply."

GEORGE W. PATTEN.