ds.

7. And when he had thus spoken, the king rose up, and the governor,
and Bernice, and they that sat with them: And when they were gone
aside, they talked between themselves, saying, This man doeth nothing
worthy of death or of bonds. Then said Agrippa unto Festus, This man
might have been set at liberty, if he had not appealed unto Caesar.

PREPARATORY.--Under what circumstances did Paul deliver
this defence? Picture the scene.

What attitude of mind characterizes the chief speaker?
How does this affect the reading?

How are the direct speeches in Pars. 1, 4, 6, and 7 made
to stand out from the narrative? (Introduction, p. 24.)

How do the mental and emotional states of the various
speakers differ? Indicate this difference by the Quality
of the voice. (Introduction, p. 34.)

Point out the Climax in Par. 3. How does the voice
express it?

IF THEY WOULD TESTIFY. What change in the voice
subordinates this clause? (Introduction, p. 33.) Give
another example from Par. 2.

* * * * *

THE STRANDED SHIP

Far up the lonely strand the storm had lifted her.
And now along her keel the merry tides make stir
No more. The running waves that sparkled at her prow
Seethe to the chains and sing no more with laughter now.
No more the clean sea-furrow follows her. No more
To the hum of her gallant tackle the hale Nor'-westers roar.
No more her bulwarks journey. For the only boon they crave
Is the guerdon of all good ships and true, the boon of
a deep-sea grave.

_Take me out, sink me deep in the green profound,
To sway with the long weed, swing with the drowned,
Where the change of the soft tide makes no sound,
Far below the keels of the outward bound._

No more she mounts the circles from Fundy to the Horn,
From Cuba to the Cape runs down the tropic morn,
Explores the Vast Uncharted where great bergs ride in ranks,
Nor shouts a broad "Ahoy" to the dories on the Banks.
No more she races freights to Zanzibar and back,
Nor creeps where the fog lies blind along the liner's track,
No more she dares the cyclone's disastrous core of calm
To greet across the dropping wave the amber isles of palm.

_Take me out, sink me deep in the green profound,
To sway with the long weed, swing with the drowned,
Where the change of the soft tide makes no sound,
Far below the keels of the outward bound._