are natural affinities, and produce, respectively, Slow Movement, Rapid Movement, and Moderate Movement. There are many shorter pauses, as there are many shorter quantities, interspersed through any extended passage of slow movement, and occasional long quantities and pauses may occur in moderate and rapid passages; but there is a substantial and prevailing correspondence in the distribution of quantity and pause.

It is, perhaps, scarcely necessary to repeat that only accented syllables are to be considered as extendible in quantity. There is an occasional exception; but the syllable becomes thereby a case of Temporal Accent.

Solemnity, grandeur, sublimity, amazement, languor, stolidity, and conscious power naturally tend to a prevalent Slow Movement. Unimpassioned or matter-of-fact speech is neither fast nor slow. Animation, vivacity, haste, panic, eagerness, mirth, impetuous anger, impatience, celerity, are characterized by a more or less Rapid Movement; the repetitious, the casual, and the unimportant are also spoken rapidly, besides being abated in force.

EXAMPLES IN MOVEMENT.

SLOW MOVEMENT.

When the last laird of Ravenswood to Ravenswood shall ride, To woo a dead maiden to be his bride,

He shall stable his steed in the Kelpie's flow,

And his name shall be lost for ever moe!

-Scott-The Bride of Lammermoor.

Flower in the crannied wall,

I pluck you out of the crannies,

I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower-but if I could understand

What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and Man is.

-Tennyson.

Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!

Leave thy low-vaulted past!

Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from Heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free,

Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea! -Holmes-The Chambered Nautilus.

The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion,Death!

Oh, thank God, all who see it, for that older fashion yet, of Immortality! And look upon us, angels of young children, with regards not quite estranged, when the swift river bears us to the ocean!

-Dickens-Dombey and Son.

And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo! there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood; and the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind. And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places. And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bond man and every free man, hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains; and said to the mountains and rocks, 'Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb: for the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?'

-Revelation, VI.

The hills,

Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun; the vales,
Stretching in pensive quietness between;
The venerable woods; rivers, that move

In majesty, and the complaining brooks,

That make the meadows green; and, poured round all.

Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,

Are but the solemn decorations, all,

Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun,
The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,
Are shining on the sad abodes of death,
Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings.

Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce,
Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,
Save his own dashings-yet the dead are there!
And millions in those solitudes, since first
The flight of years began, have laid them down
In their last sleep; the dead reign there alone.
-Bryant-Thanatopsis.

Remember now thy Creator, in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh when thou shalt say, 'I have no pleasure in them'; while the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain: in the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders shall cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened, and the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and when he shall rise up at the sound of the bird, and all the daughters of music shall be brought low; also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets: or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it. -Ecclesiastes, XII.

MODERATE MOVEMENT.

If, in our ideas of the fine arts, we include all those embellishments which combine in a high degree the gratification of a refined taste with the exercise of an enlightened intellect, then must reading aloud hold a prominent place amongst those arts which impart a charm to social intercourse and purify the associations of ordinary life. But it must be good reading, or the enjoyment is exchanged for unspeakable annoyance; not pompous or theatrical reading, but easy, familiar, and judicious reading; such reading as best conveys to the hearers the true meaning of the writer.

It certainly does appear strange that those who speak every day with the tone of right reason and the emphasis of truth, should so pervert that beautiful instrument of music, the human voice, as to read aloud with any tone and emphasis but those which are right and true. Yet so it is; and many a youth now sent home from school or college, after a costly, and what is called a finished, education, is wholly incapable of reading so as not to disgrace himself and offend his hearers.

It is sometimes said that nothing is easier than to read well, if persons understand what they are reading. But where, then, are the good readers who find it so easy? or where, in other words, are the people of understanding? for, certainly, many of our readers would be utterly unable to understand themselves, were not the sense of what they utter, conveyed to their minds through the medium of sight.

The art of reading, as it is too generally treated, would seem to consist in the mere recognition and utterance of the verbal signs of ideas, as they appear to us in their printed form. But it should never be forgotten that, unless a right. utterance is given to those signs, they fail to represent ideas; they are mere words, and nothing more.

When all the necessary requisites for a good reader are taken into account, we wonder, not so much that this accomplishment is neglected, as that it does not constitute, with all who look upon education in its true light, an important means of refining and elevating the mind, of cultivating the sympathies, and of improving those habits of perception and adaptation which are so valuable to all.

Reading aloud and reading well ought not to be considered as a mere amusement. A good book, well read, is like the conversation of an intelligent friend, and ought to be treated with the same respect. It forms, in fact, a rallying point, around which different tempers, feelings, and constitutions can meet without discord; it tends to draw each mind out of its petty cares and perplexities, to meet with other minds on common ground; where a wider extent of interest, and often a nobler range of thought, have the effect of showing, by contrast, how trivial and unimportant are the things of self, when compared with the great aggregate of human happiness and misery.

-Mrs. Ellis-The Art of Reading Well.

RAPID MOVEMENT.

Max Harkaway. How did my filly behave herself, Gay? Lady Gay Spanker. Gloriously, Max, gloriously! There were sixty horses in the field, all mettle to the bone. The start was a picture! Away we went, in a cloud-pellmell, helter-skelter the fools first, as usual, using themselves up. We soon passed them,-first your Kitty, then my Blueskin, and Craven's colt last. Then came the tug!-Kitty skimmed the walls, Blueskin flew over the fences, the colt neck-andneck, and half a mile to run. At last, the colt balked a leap, and went wild. Kitty and I had it all to ourselves; she was three lengths ahead, as we breasted the last wall-six feet, if an inch, and a ditch on the other side. Now, for the first time, I gave Blueskin his head-ha! ha! Away he flew, like a thunderbolt! Over went the filly-I over the same spot, leaving Kitty in the ditch; walked the steeple, eight miles in thirty minutes, and scarcely turned a hair.

-Boucicault-London Assurance.

Brutus. Ride, ride, Messala, ride, and give these bills
Unto the legions on the other side.

Let us set on at once; for I perceive

But cold demeanor in Octavius' wing,

And sudden push gives them the overthrow.

Ride, ride, Messala, let them all come down.

-Shakespeare-Julius Cæsar.