The Evolution of Expression Vol. I

LAGE PR

und, when oft, a

l the village

ed with careless

tes came softe

onsive as the

that lowed to m

e that gabbled

dren just let lo

ice that bayed th

ugh that spoke

eet confusion s

pause the nigh

I

se where once t

many a garden fl

ew torn shrubs t

eacher's modes

to all the

ch with forty

owns he ran h

ed, nor wished to

to fawn, or s

ashioned to th

his heart had l

ise the wretche

I

nown to all the

nderings, but re

mbered beggar

scending, swept

ndthrift, now

there, and had h

ldier, kindly

e and talked t

ounds, or, tale

tch, and showed ho

uests, the good ma

ot their vices

merits or their

ave ere ch

V

e the wretched

ilings leaned t

uty prompt a

ept, he prayed a

each fond end

-fledged offspri

art, reproved

ghter worlds,

where parting

lt, and pain, b

hampion stood.

uish fled the s

n, the trembling

tering accents w

I

h meek and un

orned the ve

lips prevailed

ame to scoff re

ast, around t

al, each hone

followed, with

own to share the

I

e a parent's w

sed him, and their

, his love, his g

ous thoughts had

iff, that lifts

vale, and midway

reast the rolling

hine settles

R GOL

HE D

le here t

at in the gr

y! oft I t

ou art

suming Co

with that h

h something

ve makes

I

dappled t

play wit

things throug

of thy

a fond an

hee, for pr

humour o

I am g

I

ure, of l

maiden, of

mplicity

tempt

crown of ru

ng in a sc

seems to sui

ppell

V

yclops, wi

o threate

comes next-

eak is

ill vanish,

ield with b

itself, som

ht to

glitterin

hou art a

so fair

en abov

ar, with glit

n air thou se

come never

ll repr

I

! for by tha

my reveri

and to that

ilent C

st with me i

thou art w

th gladness

meek

M WOBD

M XX

nt. He maketh me to lie down in green past

name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I

he presence of mine enemies: thou anoint

me all the days of my life: and I will

EULOGY ON WEN

he full consciousness of ample powers and of fortunate opportunities, he sometimes forecast the future, he doubtless saw himself succeeding Fisher Ames, and Harrison Gray Otis, and Daniel Webster, rising from the bar to th

is the force that can tranquilly put aside such blandishments with a smile, and accept alienation, outlawry, ignominy, and apparent defeat, if need be, no less than the courage which grapples with pover

form. From all these orators Phillips differed more than they differed from each other. Behind Webster, and Everett, and Clay there was always a great organized party or an entrenched conservatism of fe

nd unwelcome cause, and the condition of its success was that it should both charm and rouse the hearer, while, under cover of the fascination, the orator

declamation, no passionate appeal, no superficial and feigned emotion. It was simple colloquy-a gentleman conversing. Unconsciously and surely, the ear and heart were charmed. How

ustration, with apt illusion, and happy anecdote, and historic parallel, with wit and pitiless invective, with melodious pathos, with stinging satire, with crackling epigram

d eloque

eek, and so dis

almost say hi

calm poise of his regnant soul. He moved in solitary majesty, and if from his smooth speech a lightning flash of satire or of scorn struck a cherished lie, or an honored character, or a dogma of the party creed, and the crowd bur

se quarters with a mighty system of wrong cannot be measured by the standards of cool and polite debate. Phillips did not shrink from the sternest denunciation, or ridicule or scorn, of those who seemed to hi

e preaching Christ, he knew only humanity and humanity crucified. Tongue of the dumb, eyes of the blind, feet of the impotent, his voice alone, among the voices that we

ays sound, nor his estimate of men always just, nor his policy always appr

dless knew-the radiant figure passing swiftly through these streets, plain as the house from which it came, regal with, a royalty beyond that of kings-the ceaseless charity untold-the strong, sustaining heart-the sacred domestic affection that must not here be named-the el

s, and gladly own that if with perfect faith, and hope assured, America would still stand and "bid the distant generations hail," the inspiration of her national life must be the subl

WILLIAM

BR

haunts of co

a sudde

e out amon

r down a

I

hills I

etween th

thorps, a

a hundred

I

r over s

sharps a

into eddy

on the

V

curve my b

field an

a fairy f

ow-weed a

, chatter

he brimmi

come, and

o on fo

I

out, and

a blosso

d there a l

nd there a

I

nd there a

e as I

a silvery

e golden

I

lawns and g

by hazel

sweet for

for happ

X

lide, I glo

skimming

netted su

my sandy

under moon

ly wilde

by my shi

round m

I

ain I curv

he brimmi

y come and

o on fo

D TEN

UNT M

easant, O, b

days of the

e Saturday's cho

y's wood" in t

visiting,

Old Aun

s back so c

as bald as y

rn-lot, and d

long in the

tips of the dr

Old Aun

asture, and th

gray snag of t

ering "red-hea

"raised" in th

nd circled,

Old Aun

he dust of th

we met, and

ighway, with s

butter on co

hind, and ou

Old Aun

er now in th

gourds grew up

roof!-And he

good for a

Old Aun

brother,

ell you she

e us:-Aun

morning, whi

come!" And

Old Aun

HITCOMB

D VE

SHA

hadow that goes i

e use of him is mo

ike me from the he

mp before me, wh

e

g about him is th

r

roper children wh

l

hoots up taller li

a

gets so little th

at

otion of how chil

a fool of me in

beside me, he's a

stick to nursie a

m

y early, before

the shining dew o

shadow, like an a

e behind me, and

e

SW

ike to go up

he air

k it the plea

child

air and ov

can see

trees and c

e count

down on the

the roof

air I go f

he air

AMPLI

ready and the sun

the window to se

teatime and before

with ladder he co

re

e a driver, and

banker and as ri

tronger and can ch

round at night a

h y

ucky, with a lamp

o light it as he l

hurry by with lad

ittle child and n

LOUIS S

IT

old my hand

r wind, or

re 'gainst t

own shall

haste, I m

vails this

id the ete

mine shall k

ake, by ni

I seek are

drive my b

the tide

er if I s

joy the co

ll reap wher

up its frui

know their

t springs in

he good wi

oul of pur

ome nightly

wave unt

space, nor d

my own aw

BURRO