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The very stones prate of my whereabout,

And take the present horror from the time,

Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives;
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.

I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.

79. NASAL QUALITY.

[A bell rings.

1. The Nasal Quality (from nasus, the nose) is a harsh, thin, twangy tone, with the resonance in the

nose.

2. The Nasal is an abnormal quality, because its production arises from some vocal disability, as a cold, or a mal-formation of the organs of speech.

3. The pupil will have no occasion for using the Nasal except in mimicry or burlesque; but a perfect command of all the qualities requires a drill upon this, both for the purpose of personation and avoiding its use where improper.

80. ILLUSTRATIONS IN NATURE.

The Nasal Quality is illustrated in nature by the familiar honk" of the wild goose.

81. Directions for Producing the Nasal Quality.

Place the organs in position to pronounce the syllable on with high pitch: now depress the lower jaw and prolong the syllable ong, retaining the sound so as to cause the reverberation to be heard in the back part of the mouth and nose.

82. LAW OF USE.

The Nasal Quality is used in the mimicry of nasal speakers and in the personation of those suffering from catarrh.

83. Examples:

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"Jest fold our hands an' see the swaller

An' blackbird an' cat-bird beat us holler?
Does the little chatterin', sassy wren,

No bigger'n my thumb, know more than men?
Jest show me that!

Ur prove 't the bat

Has got more brains than's in my hat,
An' I'll back down, an' not till then."

A KER CHEW DUET.

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They had been keeping company a year. He told her Friday afternoon that he would be up early Sunday evening, as he had something of great importance to tell her, and a present to give her. With a woman's keen intuition she knew what that something of importance would be, and she looked forward to the hour with sweet expectation.

He was there on time, but hardly in the condition he desired. A heavy cold had tackled him the night before, and

his eyes were red and inflamed, and his nose was nearly twice its usual size, and shone with a lustre that would have appeared to much better advantage on a door-plate. Singularly enough, the young lady was similarly conditioned. She ushered him into the parlor, and without any preliminary ceremony they were seated on the same sofa together. He took out his handkerchief and finding a dry section, wiped his nose. This reminded her of a duty she owed herself, and she attended to it at once. He held one of her hands in his, and his handkerchief in the other.

spoke:

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"Susad, I cub to dide to talk of subthig dearer ah ahooh (a prompt application of the handkerchief cut off the sneeze in its bud) dearer to be thad libe ah ah - thad id-oo-ooh-ker chew, ker chew, ker chew." A moment's pause. "I've god ad awful code," he explains, with due solemnity.

"Sobe I," she replies.

A moment is devoted to the silent use of handkerchiefs, and then he continues:

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"Darlig, you bust hab seed all the tibe how mudge ooh-oon-ker -(the handkerchief again saves him) how mudge I have thought ob you. Every hour ob the day or dide-ah-ah-ooh-ooh, ker chew, ker chew."

She wiped her eyes and then her nose, and made an honest endeavor to look languishingly, but owing to the watery condition of the former, and the fiery glow of the latter, she appeared to an unhappy advantage. But he did

not notice it.

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Susad," he began again, grasping her hand with fervor, and clutching his handkerchief with equal earnestness, "what is libe without love? Dothig. Darlig, do you, cad you love be edough to be by-ah-ah-ooh-chew!"

"You'll be bide, all bide?" he gasped.

"I will, Hedry, I will," she hoarsely whispered.

He drew her to him, slipped the ring upon her finger, and there they stood together, their reddened and half closed eyes blinking in sweet, holy ecstasy upon each other.

"My poor darlig has god sudge a code," he sympathizingly murmured.

"So id my Hedry," she softly whispered back.

"You must take sub bedicid for that code, to dide," she said.

"So bust you," he added.

"Yes, ad you'll soak your feet in hod water?"

"I will; ad you'll soak yours?" he eagerly asked. "I will," she replied.

"Heaved bless you, by darlig, by precious darlig," clasping her again to his breast. And then he stole out into the darkness; and she lingered a moment at the door, and heard his dear voice ring out on the night air as he passed away "Ker chew, ker chew.”

84. FALSETTO QUALITY.

1. The Falsetto Quality (from falsus, false) is a high, thin tone, pitched far above the natural, with the resonance in the head.

2. In producing this quality of voice, the veil of the palate is raised very high and the uvula is forced into the veil, becoming completely hidden from view.

85. ILLUSTRATIONS IN NATURE.

The Falsetto is illustrated in nature by the sharp, shrill, shriek of the owl.

86. Direction for Producing the Falsetto Quality. Begin on the sound of long o, with your natural

pitch, and without changing the force, raise your pitch till the purity of voice breaks, and the quality that follows will be Falsetto.

87. LAW OF USE.

The Falsetto Quality, like the Nasal, is used in mimicry, to denote excitement, irritability, scolding, invective, mockery, fright, anger, pain and terror. 88. Examples: EXCITEMENT, INDIGNATION.

The sisters they murmured of "shame,"
And "she hadn't oughter a let him ;

No doubt she was mostly to blame.'

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I'm scared when I think of them cabroleys, they drive so, they'd run over their own sisters and brothers.

Or may be he's stole by some chimbly sweeping wretch, to stick fast in narrow flues and what not,

And be poked up behind with a picked pointed pole, when the soot has ketched, and the chimbly's red hot.

Oh, I'd give the whole wide world, if the world was mine, to clap my two longin' eyes on his face,

For he's my darlin' of darlins', and if he don't soon come back, you'll see me drop stone dead on the place. I only wish I'd got him safe in these two motherly arms, and wouldn't I hug him and kiss him!

Lawk! I never knew what a precious he was, - but a child don't not feel like a child till you miss him.

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