HALLECK.
| He said, and on the rampart hights arrayed | |
| His trusty warriors, few, but undismayed; | |
| (sl) | Firm paced and slow, a horrid front they form, |
| (pp) | Still as the breeze, (oo) but dreadful as the storm! |
| (p.) | Low, murmuring sounds along their banners fly, |
| (ff.) | REVENGE, or DEATH!—the watchword and reply; |
| (oo) | Then pealed the notes, omnipotent to charm, |
| (f.) | And the loud tocsin tolled their last alarm! |
CAMPBELL.
(o') His speech was at first low toned and slow. Sometimes his voice would deepen, (oo) like the sound of distant thunder; and anon, ('') his flashes of wit and enthusiasm would light up the anxious faces of his hearers, (<) like the far-off lightning of a coming storm.
| (>) | Receding now, the dying numbers ring |
| (p.) | Fainter and fainter, down the rugged dell: |
| (pp.) | And now 'tis silent all—enchantress, fare thee well. |
| (=) | Oh, joy to the world! the hour is come, |
| When the nations to freedom awake, | |
| When the royalists stand agape and dumb, | |
| And monarchs with terror shake! | |
| Over the walls of majesty, | |
| "Upharsin" is writ in words of fire, | |
| And the eyes of the bondmen, wherever they be, | |
| Are lit with their wild desire. | |
| (<) | Soon, soon shall the thrones that blot the world, |
| Like the Orleans, into the dust be hurl'd, | |
| And the world roll on, like a hurricane's breath, | |
| Till the farthest nation hears what it saith.— | |
| (ff.) | "ARISE! ARISE! BE FREE!" |
T.B. READ.
| (p.o) | Tread softly—bow the head,— |
| In reverent silence bow,— | |
| No passing bell doth toll,— | |
| (pl.) | Yet an immortal soul |
| Is passing now. |
MRS. SOUTHEY.
(of.) SPEAK OUT, my friends; would you exchange it for the DEMON'S DRINK, (ff.) ALCOHOL? A shout, like the roar of a tempest, answered, (oo) NO!