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From An Address to the American Catholic Congress.
The shadow of an imposing event begins to move. The people of the United States, and of the hemisphere are about to celebrate the four hundredth anniversary of the discovery of America. We heartily oice in this resolve. That tremendous event, that with reverence I may say the second creation, the finding of a new world, and the vast results that have flowed to humanity, can be traced directly to the Catholic Church and the Roman Catholic Church alone. Protestantism was unknown when America was discovered. Let the students and the scholars search the archives of Spain, and the libraries of Europe, and the deeper the search the more glory will adorn the brow of Catholicity. It was a pious Catholic who conceived the mighty thought. It was when foot- and down-bearted at the porch of a monastery that hope dawned on him. It was a monk who first encouraged him. It was a Cardinal who interceded with the sovereigns of Spain. It was a Catholic King who fitted out the ships. It was a Catholic Queen who offered her jewels as a pledge. It was the Catholic Columbus and a Catholic crew that sailed out upon an unknown sea where ship had never sailed before. It was to spread the Catholic faith that the sublime risk was run. It was the prayer to the Blessed Mother that each night closed the perils of the day and inspired the hopes of the morrow. It was the Holy Cross, the emblem of Catholicity, that was carried to the shore and planted on the new found world. It was the Sacrifice of the Mass that was the first, and for a hundred years, the only Christian offering upon this virgin land.—Daniel Dougherty.
The grertest degree of force, the Impassioned, is used in extremes of vehemence, terror, and the fiercer passions; also in calling or shouting.
Frrm Julius Cæsar. Act I.
And do you now put on your best attire?
And do you now strew flowers in his way
From Merchant of Venice. Act III.
I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak:
From Macbeth. Act III.
Avaunt! and quit my sight. Let the earth hide thee!
From The Hidden Gem. Act I.
Bibulus. Farewell, sycophant! farewell, indeed? No, not yet.-There shall be moaning over death in this house before I go to encounter it. After this cruel doom, who will blame me if I seek to escape it?-Yet here again comes the question who is doing this? Proculus. Thien ought not my vengeance to fall on him?
Warily, calmly-let us weigh this.-Cardinal Wiseman.
Force must be applied judiciously. In a large ball. care must be taken that sentenes spoken in subduer force are audible to the entire a dience. In this quatter, there iniy be three diffivulties to overcome. First, the size of the hall, second, the defective acoustics, and third, the presence of a large audience. In any of these three cases an increase of force is necessary. Besides this. you may aid yourself greatly by speaking nore slow y and articulating more distinctly. Never allow the prich of voice to increase to a shout, unless some particular passage demands it. Speak to those that are farthest from you. In this way the sound will be projected, and by not shouting you will avoid disgustiig those closest to you. A person adapting his force to tir surroundings can pronounce the strongest of invectives in a parlor without offending any one.
Another tendency to error in force, which you must avoid, is imitation. Do not think that because some ideal of yours brings out a passage in thunder tones, that you must do the saine or fail entirely. Your voice may be inadequate to the effort. Ape no man. Use your own scale; bestow your force, so that there is a reserve po svur left to you, and be content. The most vocifero1- is by no means the best or the most appreciapril. Everyone is acquainted with the fact that tje empty wagon rumbles most.
In order to strengthen your force so that you may be heard well in any ordinary assembly, practice dai y in the middle pitch on some energetic pa rages.
Avoid rasping sounds, use the pure tone, and be careful not to rise in pitch. Strengthening the foundation, the middle pitch, will strengthen your voice along the
From The Giant Raft.
"I will tell you nothing," returned Torres: “Joam Dacosta declined my propositions! He refused to admit me into his family! Well! now that his secret is known, now that he is a prisoner, it is I who refuse to enter his family, the family of a thief, of a murderer, of a condemned felon, for whom the gallows now waits!"
"Scoundrel!” exclaimed Benito, who drew his manchetta from his belt and put himself in position.
Manoel and Fragoso, by a similar movement, quickly drew their weapons.
"Three against one!" said Torres.
"Really! I should have thought an assassination would nave better suited an assassin's son!”
“Torres !” exclaimed Benito, “defend yourself, or I will kill you like a mad dog!”
"Mad! so be it !"answered Torres, “but I bite, Benito Dacosta, and beware of the wounds!"-Jules Verne.
From The Cross and the Crescent.
Brave Tancred! thy courage will win thee success-
through God wills it! God wills it! His promise is true! 'Tis to chasten, to humble, He sendeth delayThough the journey be long, shall we faint by the way? No! onward and upward, with hearts strong and pure! God wills it! God wills it! Ilis word shall endure!
Harriet V. Skidmore.
From A Mother's Sacrifice.
“Think of these things when you remember my perfidy, but more than all”—his voice sank to a deep, low tender tone, as if the swell of feelings which had grown with every word, had obtained now complete mastery—“remember it was a woman's holy pleadings with another-her devotion, so like Heaven's own love in its pure disinterestedness; her unswerving loyalty to the teachings of her faith; her complete sacri. fice of self, which brought to me at last the strength to do right;--that caused desperate struggles in my soul, that freGuently made a confession spring almost to my very lips, and that brought back the memory of my mother, and the religious practices of my childhood as they had been brought back never before.
"In my future of voluntary penance, the thought at you both have fully pardoned, have even perchance sometimes kind memories of me, will be a nucleus about which to gather the prayers and deeds of the remainder of my life.”
“My dear uncle,” said Agellius, “ I give you my solemn word, that the people whom you so detest do pray for the welfare of the imperial power continually, as a matter of duty and as a matter of interest."
“Pray! pray! fudge and nonsense!" cried Jucundus, almost mimicking him in his indignation; "pray! who thanks you for your prayers? what's the good of prayers? Prayers indeed! ha, ha! A little loyalty is worth all the praying in the world. I'll tell you what, Agellius; you are, I am sorry to say it, you are hand and glove with a set of traitors, who shall and will be smoked out like a nest of wasps.
You don't know; you are not in the secret, nor the wretched slave, poor beast, who was pulled to pieces yesterday at the Flamen's. nor a multitude of other idiots. But, d’ye see,” and he chucked up his head signiticantly, “there are puppets and there are wires. Few know what is going on. They won't have done (unless we put them down: but we will) till they have tonpled down the state. But Kivule will putem down. - Veureun.