QUESTIONS.

1. What is the element in this lesson?

2. What the topic?

3. What the principle?

4. Defice movement.

5. Is it a simple or a compound element?

6. What is said of the importance of Movement?

7. What of its improper use?

8 What are the divisions of Movement?

9. Define Moderate Movement.

10. Is it a fixed rate or does it vary with different persons?

11. With what combination will Moderate Movement generally be

found?

12. In the expression of what style of thought and feeling should we use Moderate Movement?

13. Why does the selection require Moderate Movement?

14. What elements should be changed in giving the seventh line of the fourth stanza? Why?

15. In the sixth and seventh stanzas what elements should be slightly changed?

1. Send us the Spirit of the Son.

2. See the stars from heaven falling.

sight,
systems.

3. Soldiers, sailors, seamen, all were lost.

4. Star after star from heaven's high arch shall rush. 5. Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

Slow Movement.

Slow Movement may be defined as that rute in which words are uttered but little more than half as rapidly as Moderate Movement. Like the Moderate, it will vary greatly. It gives dignity, gravity, and solemnity to utterance. It can be given with various combinations.

EXERCISES IN SLOW MOVEMENT.

Low Pitch, Thorough Stress, Moderate Force, Orotund Quality, Effusive Form.

1. The groves were God's first temples.

2. He rests his head upon the lap of earth.

3. O'er all the world a solemn silence steals.

Repeat the above sentences several times with

1. Slow Movement, Low Pitch, Median Stress, Moderate Force, Orotund Quality, Effusive Form.

2. Slow Movement, Low Pitch, Thorough Stress, Moderate Force, Pure Tone, Expulsive Form.

SLOW MOVEMENT-WHEN USED.

Slow Movement is appropriate for the expression of solemn, serious, grave, and devotional thought.

The first stanza of the following selection will require the first combination given below; the second, the second combination. In the remaining stanzas it will vary, some lines requiring one, some the other.

EXAMPLE: SOLEMNITY, SUBLIMITY, AND DEVOTION. Expulsive Form, Pure Tone, Moderate Force, Thorough Stress, Low Pitch, Slow Movement, Effusive Form, Orotund Quality, Median Stress.

God's First Temples.

W. C. BRYANT.

Ere man learned

1. The groves were God's first temples.
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them, ere he framed
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
The sound of anthems, in the darkling wood,
Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down
And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks
And supplication. For his simple heart
Might not resist the sacred influences

That, from the stilly twilight of the place,

And from the gray old trunks, that high, in heaven,
Mingled their mossy boughs, and from the sound
Of the invisible breath, that swayed at once
All their green tops, stole over him, and bowed
His spirit with the thought of boundless Power
And inaccessible Majesty. Ah, why

Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect

God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore

Only among the crowd, and under roofs

That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least,

Here, in the shadow of the ancient wood,

Offer one hymn; thrice happy if it find

Acceptance in his ear.

2.

Father, thy hand

3.

4.

Hath reared these venerable columns: thou

Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down
Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose

All these fair ranks of trees. They in thy sun
Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze,
And shot toward heaven. The century-living crow,
Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and died
Among their branches, till at last they stood,
As now they stand, massy and tall and dark,
Fit shrine for humble worshiper to hold
Communion with his Maker.

Here are seen

No traces of man's pomp or pride; no silks
Rustle, no jewels shine, nor envious eyes
Encounter; no fantastic carvings show
The boast of our vain race to change the form
Of thy fair works. But thou art here; thou fill'st
The solitude. Thou art in the soft winds

That run along the summits of these trees

In music; thou art in the cooler breath,

That, from the inmost darkness of the place,

Comes, scarcely felt; the barky trunks, the ground,
The fresh, moist ground, are all instinct with thee.
Here is continual worship; Nature here,

In the tranquillity that thou dost love,
Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly around,
From perch to perch the solitary bird

Passes; and yon clear spring, that, 'midst its herbs,
Wells softly forth, and visits the strong roots

Or half the mighty forest, tells no tale

Of all the good it does.

Thou hast not left

Thyself without a witness, in these shades,

Of thy perfections. Grandeur, strength, and grace
Are here to speak of thee. This mighty oak-
By whose immovable stem I stand, and seem
Almost annihilated-not a prince,

In all the proud old world beyond the deep,

5.

6.

7.

Ere wore his crown as loftily as he

Wears the green coronal of leaves with which
Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at its root
Is beauty such as blooms not in the glare
Of the broad Sun. That delicate forest flower,
With scented breath, that looks so like a smile,
Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mold,
An emanation of th' indwelling life,
A visible token of the upholding love,
That is the soul of this wide universe.

My heart is awed within me when I think
Of the great miracle that still goes on,
In silence round me-the perpetual work
Of thy creation, finished, yet renewed
Forever. Written on thy works I read
The lesson of thy own eternity.

Lo! all grow old and die; but see, again,
How, on the faltering footsteps of decay,
Youth presses-ever gay and beautiful Youth—
In all its beautiful forms. These lofty trees
Wave not less proudly that their ancestors
Molder beneath them.

O there is not lost
One of earth's charms: upon her bosom yet,
After the flight of untold centuries,
The freshness of her far beginning lies,
And yet shall lie. Life mocks the idle hate
Of his arch enemy, Death; yea, seats himself
Upon the sepulcher, and blooms and smiles,
And of the triumphs of his ghastly foe
Makes his own nourishment. For he came forth
From thine own bosom and shall have no end.

There have been holy men who hid themselves Deep in the woody wilderness, and gave

Their lives to thought and prayer, till they outlived
The generation born with them, nor seemed
Less aged than the hoary trees and rocks
Around them; and there have been holy men
Who deemed it were not well to pass life thus.