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1. Pull, pull for your lives.

2. The fuller fulls his cloth.

3. The bullet passed near his face.

4. Full many a gem of purest ray serene.

5. Put none but Americans on guard to-night.

Pectoral Quality.

The Pectoral is that quality of voice in which the breath is sent forth in a harsh, husky sound, with the resonance in the upper part of the throat.

This quality of voice is frequently illustrated by persons whose organs have been injured by strong drink.

To acquire control of the Pectoral Quality, practice the following elements, words, and sentences in the Effusive Form, with the organs rigid and contracted so as to obstruct the passage of the air, and thus produce a harsh, hard tone.


1. a, as heard in ale, pale.

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2. "Tis a time for memory and for tears.

3. I had a dream which was not all a dream.

4. Now o'er the one half world nature seems dead.


Contrasting Effusive Pure Tone and Aspirate, Orotund, and Pectoral. Repeat the above sounds, words, and sentences with 1. Effusive Pure Tone.

2. Effusive Aspirate.

3. Effusive Orotund.

4. Effusive Pectoral.


The Pectoral in the Effusive Form is the quality appropriate for the expression of deepest solemnity and awe, suppressed horror, dread, despair, and similar passions, in their mildest form.


Pectoral, Effusive Form.

The Closing Year.


1. 'Tis midnight's holy hour, and silence now



Is brooding, like a gentle spirit, o'er

The still and pulseless world.

Hark! on the winds

The bell's deep tones are swelling-'tis the knell
Of the departed year. No funeral train

Is sweeping past; yet, on the stream and wood,
With melancholy light, the moonbeams rest
Like a pale, spotless shroud; the air is stirred
As by a mourner's sigh; and on yon cloud,
That floats so still and placidly through heaven,
The spirits of the seasons seem to stand,

Young Spring, bright Summer, Autumn's solemn form,
And Winter with his aged locks, and breathe,

In mournful cadences, that come abroad

Like the far wind harp's wild and touching wail,
A melancholy dirge o'er the dead year,

Gone from the earth forever.

For memory and for tears.

Still chambers of the heart,

'Tis a time

Within the deep, a specter dim,

Whose tones are like the wizard voice of Time

Heard from the tomb of ages, points its cold

And solemn finger to the beautiful

And holy visions that have passed away,

And left no shadow of their loveliness

On the dead waste of life. That specter lifts

The coffin-lid of Hope and Joy and Love,

And, bending mournfully above the pale,

Sweet forms, that slumber there, scatters dead flowers
O'er what has passed to nothingness.

The year

Has gone, and with it many a glorious throng
Of happy dreams. Its mark is on each brow,


Its shadow in each heart. In its swift course
It waved its scepter o'er the beautiful-
And they are not. It laid its pallid hand
Upon the strong man-and the haughty form
Is fallen, and the flashing eye is dim.
It trod the hall of revelry, where thronged
The bright and joyous-and the tearful wail
Of stricken ones is heard, where erst the song
And reckless shout resounded.

It passed o'er

The battle-plain, where sword and spear and shield
Flashed in the light of midday—and the strength
Of serried hosts is shivered, and the grass,
Green from the soil of carnage, waves above
The crushed and moldering skeleton. It came,
And faded like a wreath of mist at eve;
Yet, ere it melted in the viewless air,

It heralded its millions to their home

In the dim land of dreams.


Remorseless Time!


Fierce spirit of the glass and scythe! what power

Can stay him in his silent course, or melt

His iron heart to pity? On, still on

He presses, and forever.

The proud bird,

The condor of the Andes, that can soar

Through heaven's unfathomable depths, or brave

The fury of the northern hurricane,

And bathe his plumage in the thunder's home,

Furls his broad wings at nightfall, and sinks down

To rest upon his mountain crag; but Time
Knows not the weight of sleep or weariness,
And night's deep darkness has no chain to bind
His rushing pinions.

Revolutions sweep

O'er earth, like troubled visions o'er the breast
Of dreaming sorrow; cities rise and sink,
Like bubbles on the water; fiery isles
Spring blazing from. the ocean, and go back

To their mysterious caverns; mountains rear

To heaven their bald and blackened cliffs, and bow
Their tall heads to the plain; new empires rise,
Gathering the strength of hoary centuries,
And rush down like the Alpine avalanche,
Startling the nations, and the very stars,
Yon bright and burning blazonry of God,
Glitter awhile in their eternal depths,

And, like the Pleiad, loveliest of their train,
Shoot from their glorious spheres, and pass away
To darkle in the trackless void: yet Time-
Time, the tomb-builder, holds his fierce career
Dark, stern, all-pitiless, and pauses not
Amid the mighty wrecks that strew his path,
To sit and muse, like other conquerors,
Upon the fearful ruin he has wrought.


1. What quality is presented in this lesson?

2. Define it.

3. To which class of qualities does it belong?

4. What is the topic of this lesson?

5. What the principle?

6. Mention some example in nature illustrating this principle. 7. Why does the selection require Pectoral Quality?

8. Why does it require Effusive Form?

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