Each tremulous impulse, or tittle, is a brief concrete, having its own radical and vanish, and its own rising or falling inflection.

If the concrete and discrete movements of the tittles are upon minor intervals, the plaintive Tremor of weeping, sorrow, sympathy, or penitence is heard; if the interval of the tittles is diatonic, we hear the mirthless suggestion or mockery of a laugh; and if the concretes have the interval of third, fourth, or fifth, and the syllabic units are separated by the discrete interval of second or wider major step, we hear the laughing Tremor of gaiety, banter, joy, triumph, pleasure, glee, or delight.

The radical pitch succession of the tremor tittles, as united in the syllabic impulse, produces the syllabic inflections that belong to speech,-slides and waves, rising and falling.

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EXAMPLES OF TREMOR.

Final and Median Stress, with Plaintive Tremor.
Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,
And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago,

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Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness.
And there were sudden partings, such as press
The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs
Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess
If ever more should meet those mutual eyes,
Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise?
-Byron-Childe Harold.

Bright Radical and Springing Median Stress, with Joyous Tremor.

Last, came Joy's ecstatic trial.

He, with viny crown, advancing,

First to the lively pipe his hand addressed;
But soon he saw the brisk, awakening viol,

Whose sweet, entrancing voice he loved the best.
They would have thought, who heard the strain,
They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids,
Amid the festal-sounding shades,

To some unwearied minstrel dancing;
While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings,
Love framed with Mirth a gay, fantastic round
(Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound);
And he, amid his frolic play,

As if he would the charming air repay,
Shook thousand odors from his dewy wings!
-Collins-Ode on the Passions.

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Idem.

4.

With the blue crystal at your lip!

O happy crew!

My heart with you

Sails and sails, and sings anew!

T. Buchanan Read-Drifting.

Idem. Laughing Utterance at intervals.

Oh! then I see!-Queen Mab hath been with you!

She comes,

In shape no bigger than an agate stone

On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn by a team of little atomies,

Over men's noses, as they lie asleep:

Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs;

The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;

The traces, of the smallest spider's web;

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The collar, of the moonshine's watery beams;
Her whip, of cricket's bone; her lash, of film;
Her wagoner, a small, gray-coated gnat.
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut,

Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub,
Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.

And in this state, she gallops, night by night,

Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love:
O'er courtiers' knees, who dream on courtesies straight:
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees:
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream:
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit:
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail,
Tickling a parson's nose, as 'a lies asleep;
Then dreams he of another benefice.
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear,-at which he starts, and wakes;
And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two,
And sleeps again.

-Shakespeare-Romeo and Juliet.

Dark Orotund and Oral Qualities; Chromatic Inflection and Melody; Strong Tremor of Grief.

Alas! my noble boy! that thou shouldst die!
Thou who wert made so beautifully fair!
That Death should settle in that glorious eye,
And leave his stillness in this clustering hair!
How could he mark thee for the silent tomb,
My proud boy, Absalom?

Cold is thy brow, my son, and I am chill,
As to my bosom I have tried to press thee.

How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill

Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee,
And hear thy sweet 'My father!' from these dumb
And cold lips, Absalom.

-N. P. Willis-Absalom.

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Oral, Natural, and Orotund Qualities; High Pitch; Varied Movement; Tremor of Rapture.

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'The Hielanders! Oh! dinna ye hear
The slogan, far awa'?

The Macgregor's? Oh! I ken it weel;
It's the grandest o' them a'!

God bless the bonnie Hielanders!

We're saved! we're saved!' she cried;
And fell on her knees, and thanks to God
Flowed forth like a full flood-tide.

-Robert Lowell-The Relief of Lucknow.

Prevailing Pectoral, with intermingled Natural and Orotund Qualities; Strong Aspiration. Median and Final Stress, Final predominating in the last five lines. Increasing Tremor of Fright through the last six lines.

Now all is hushed and still as death! 'Tis dreadful!
How reverend is the face of this tall pile,

Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads,
To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof,
Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe
And terror on my aching sight! The tombs
And monumental caves of death look cold,
And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart!
Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice!-
Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear
Thy voice! my own affrights me with its echoes!
-William Congreve-The Mourning Bride.

FOR DAILY PRACTICE.

THE VARIOUS FORMS OF STRESS, ILLUSTRATED BY SHORT

EXAMPLES.

THE EQUABLE CONCRETE.

To detect the flavor of an olive is no less a piece of human perfection than to find beauty in the colors of the sunset.

THE LOUD CONCRETE.

The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven:

The hillside's dew-pearled;

The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;

God's in his Heaven

All's right with the world!

BRIGHT RADICAL STRESS.

So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,
So light to the saddle before her he sprung!

VIVID RADICAL STRESS.

Let earth withhold her goodly root,

Let mildew blight the rye,

Give to the worm the orchard's fruit,
The wheatfield to the fly;

But let the good old crop adorn

The hills our fathers trod;
Still let us, for his golden corn,

Send up our thanks to God!

IMPASSIONED RADICAL STRESS.

Upon them! Victory sits on our helms!

Back to thy punishment, false fugitive!

Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,
Dash him to pieces!

Turn, turn, thou traitor knight!
Thou bold tongue in a lady's bower,
Thou dastard in a fight!

FINAL STRESS.

If it be the pleasure of Heaven that my country shall require the poor offering of my life, the victim shall be ready at the appointed hour of sacrifice, come when that hour may. Up, all who love me!-blow on blow! And lay the outlawed felons low!