Here a deformed monster joy'd to won,
Which on fell rancour ever was ybent.-Lloyd.
Withouten trump was proclamation made.-Thomson.
The gentle knight, who saw their rueful case,
Let fall adown his silver beard some tears.
Certes,' quoth he, 'it is not e'en in grace,
T" undo the past and eke your broken years.'-Id.
Vain tamp'ring has but foster'd his disease;

'Tis desp'rate, and he sleeps the sleep of death.-Cowper.
I have a pain upon my forehead here—

Why that's with watching; 'twill away again.-Shakspeare. I'll to the woods, among the happier brutes;

Come, let's away; hark! the shrill horn resounds.-Smith. What prayer and supplication soever be made.--Bible.

By the grace of God we have had our conversation in the world, and more abundantly to you ward.—Id.

LESSON III.-FIGURES OF SYNTAX.

FIGURE 1.-ELLIPSIS.

And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn,
And [-] villager [-] abroad at early toil.-Beattie.
The cottage curs at [-] early pilgrim bark.-Id.
'Tis granted, and no plainer truth appears,

Our most important [-] are our earliest years.--Cowper.
To earn her aid, with fix'd and anxious eye,
He looks on nature's [-] and on fortune's course;
Too much in vain.-Akenside.

True dignity is his, whose tranquil mind

Virtue has rais'd above the things [-] below;

Who, ev'ry hope and [-] fear to Heav'n resign'd,

Shrinks not, though Fortune aim her deadliest blow.-Beattre

For longer in that paradise to dwell,

The law [-] I gave to nature, him forbids.-Milton.

So little mercy shows [-] who needs so much.-Cowper.
Bliss is the same [-] in subject, as [-] in king;
In [-] who obtain defence, and [-] who defend.--Pope.
Man made for kings! those optics are but dim

That tell you so-say rather, they [-] for him.-Cowper.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart,.

But God will never [

-].-Id.

Mortals whose pleasures are their only care,

First wish to be impos'd on, and then are [-].--Id.

Vigour [-] from toil, from trouble patience grows.-Beattie. Where now the rill melodious, [-] pure, and cool,

And meads, with life, and mirth, and beauty crown'd ?—Id.

How dead the vegetable kingdom lies!
How dumb the tuneful [-

Self-love and Reason to one end aspire,

1!-Thomson.

Pain [-] their aversion, pleasure [-] their desire;
But greedy that its object would devour,

This [-] taste the honey, and not wound the flower.--Pope.

LESSON IV.-FIGURES OF SYNTAX.

FIGURE II.-PLEONASM.

According to their deeds, accordingly he will repay; fury to his adversaries, recompense to his enemies.-Bible.

My head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.-Solomon's Song, v, 2.

Thou hast chastised me, and I was chastised, as a bullock unaccustomed to the yoke: turn thou me, and I shall be turned; for thou art the Lord my God.-Jer., xxxi, 18.

Consider the lilies of the field how they grow.-Matt., vi, 28.
He that glorieth, let him glory in the Lord.-2 Cor., x, 17.
He too is witness, noblest of the train
That waits on man, the flight-performing horse.-Cowper.

FIGURE III.-SYLLEPSIS.

Thou art Simon the son of Jona: thou shalt be called Cephas; which is, by interpretation, a stone.-John, i, 42. Thus saith the Lord of hosts: 'Behold I will break the bow of Elam, the chief of their might.'-Jer., xlix, 35.

Behold I lay in Zion a stumbling-stone and rock of offence; and whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed.—Rom., ix, 33.

Thus Conscience pleads her cause within the breast,
Though long rebell'd against, not yet suppress'd.-Cowper.
Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much;
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.-Id.

For those the race of Israel oft forsook

Their living strength, and unfrequented left
His righteous altar, bowing lowly down
To bestial gods.-Milton.

LESSON V.-FIGURES OF SYNTAX.

FIGURE IV.-ENALLAGE.

Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself

Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
To sell and mart your offices for gold.--Shakspeare.
Come, Philomelus; let us instant go,

O'erturn his bow'rs, and lay his castle low.-Thomson.

Then palaces shall rise; the joyful son

Shall finish what the short-lived sire begun.-Pope.
Such was that temple built by Solomon,

Than whom none richer reign'd o'er Israel.-G. Brown.
He spoke with fatal eagerness we burn,

And quit the shores, undestin'd to return.--Day.
Still as he pass'd, the nations he sublimes.—Thomson.
Sometimes, with early morn, he mounted gay.-Id.

FIGURE V.-HYPERBATON.

Such resting found the sole of unblest feet.-Milton.
Yet, though successless, will the toil delight.-Thomson.
Where, 'midst the changeful scen'ry ever new,
Faney a thousand wondrous forms descries.-Beattie.
Yet so much bounty is in God, such grace,
That who advance his glory, not their own,
Them he himself to glory will advance.—Milton.
But apt the mind or fancy is to rove
Uncheck'd, and of her roving is no end.—Id.
No quick reply to dubious questions make;
Suspense and caution still prevent mistake.-Denham.

LESSON VI.-FIGURES OF RHETORIC.

FIGURE 1.-SIMILE.

Human greatness is short and transitory, as the odour of incense in the fire.—Dr. Johnson.

Terrestrial happiness is of short continuance: the brightness of the flame is wasting its fuel, the fragrant flower is passing away in its own odours.-Id.

Thy nod is as the earthquake that shakes the mountains; and thy smile, as the dawn of the vernal day.-Id.

Plants rais'd with tenderness are seldom strong;

Man's coltish disposition asks the thong;

And without discipline, the fav'rite child,
Like a neglected forester, runs wild.—Cowper.

FIGURE II.-METAPHOR.

Cathmon, thy name is a pleasant gale.-Ossian.

Rolled into himself he flew, wide on the bosom of winds. The old oak felt his departure, and shook its whistling head.—Id. Carazan gradually lost the inclination to do good, as he acquired the power; and as the hand of time scattered snow upon his head, the freezing influence extended to his bosom.Hawkesworth.

The sun grew weary of gilding the palaces of Morad; the clouds of sorrow gathered round his head; and the tempest of hatred roared about his dwelling.—Dr. Johnson.

The tree of knowledge, blasted by disputes,

Produces sapless leaves in stead of fruits.—Denham,

LESSON VII.-FIGURES OF RHETORIC,

FIGURE III.-ALLEGORY.

"But what think ye?-A certain man had two sons; and he came to the first, and said, 'Son, go work to-day in my vineyard.' He answered and said, 'I will not:' but afterward he repented, and went. And he came to the second, and said likewise. And he answered and said, 'I go, sir:' and went not. Whether of them twain did the will of his father?" They say unto him, "The first."-Matt., xxi, 28.

FIGURE IV.-METONYMY.

Swifter than a whirlwind, flies the leaden death.-Hervey. 'Be all the dead forgot,' said Foldath's bursting wrath. 'Did not I fail in the field?'--Ossian.

Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke.—Gray.

Firm in his love, resistless in his hate,

His arm is conquest, and his frown is fate.-Day.

At length the world, renew'd by calm repose,

Was strong for toil; the dappled morn arose.-Parnell.
What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme,

The mole's dim curtain and the lynx's beam!

Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood,

To that which warbles through the vernal wood!--Pope.

FIGURE V.-SYNECDOCHE.

'Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a guest.-Parnell.

For yet by swains alone the world he knew,

Whose feet ame wand'ring o'er the nightly dew.—Id.

Flush'd by the spirit of the genial year,

Now from the virgin's cheek a fresher bloom

Shoots, less and less, the live carnation round.-Thomson,

LESSON VIII.-FIGURES OF RHETORIC.

FIGURE VI.-HYPERBOLE.

I saw their chief, tall as a rock of ice; his spear, the blasted fir; his shield, the rising moon; he sat on the shore, like a aloud of mist on the hill.--Ossian.

At which the universal host up sent

A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.-Milton.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,

Making the green one red.-Shakspeare.
Endless tears flow down in streams.-Swift.

FIGURE VII.-VISION.

How mighty is their defence who reverently trust in the arm of God! How powerfully do they contend who fight with lawful weapons! Hark! 'Tis the voice of eloquence, pouring forth the living energies of the soul; pleading, with generous indignation, the cause of injured humanity against lawless might, and reading the awful destiny that awaits the oppressor! I see the stern countenance of despotism overawed! I see the eye fallen that kindled the elements of war! I see the brow relaxed that scowled defiance at hostile thousands! I see the knees tremble that trod with firmness the embattled field! Fear has entered that heart which ambition had betrayed into violence! The tyrant feels himself a man, and subject to the weakness of humanity!-Behold! and tell me, is that power contemptible which can thus find access to the sternest hearts? -G. Brown.

LESSON IX.-FIGURES OF RHETORIC.

FIGURE VIII.-APOSTROPHE.

Yet still they breathe destruction, still go on
Inhumanly ingenious to find out

New pains for life, new terrors for the grave;
Artificers of death! Still monarchs dream
Of universal empire growing up

From universal ruin. Blast the design,
Great God of Hosts! nor let thy creatures fall
Unpitied victims at Ambition's shrine.-Porteus.