TABLE FIFTH.

ANALYSES OF VOWELS.

A, has four sounds; as in

lady,

father,

water,

hat.

A, gives four ORIGINAL sounds; as heard in lady, father, water, hat.

E, has three sounds; as in

mete,
get,

her.

E, gives one ORIGINAL sound; as heard in mete; the other sounds, are heard in hat, and come.

I, has two sounds; as in

wine, din.

I, gives one ORIGINAL sound; as heard in wine; the other sound, is heard in mete.

O, has four sounds; as in

home,

come, prove, nostrum.

O, gives three ORIGINAL sounds; as heard in home, come, and prove: its other sound, is heard in water.

U, has three sounds; as in

tune,

tub,

bull.

U, gives one ORIGINAL Sound; as heard in tune: its other sounds are heard in come, and prove.

W, has one sound; as in

soup.

W, gives one ORIGINAL Sound; as heard in vow.

Y, has two sounds; as in

rhyme,
syntax.

Y, gives no ORIGINAL sound. Its sounds, are heard in pine, and

mete.

GROSS NUMBER OF ORIGINAL VOWEL SOUNDS-11.

SENTENCES,

IN WHICH,

DOUBLE

SOUND S;

OCCUR.

SING, heavenly muse! that, on the secret top Of Oreb, or, of Sinai, didst inspire

That Shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed

I thence

Invoke thy aid, to my adventurous song—

Things unattempted yet, in prose, or rhyme.

Say first, What cause,

Moved our grand parents, in that happy state,
Favour'd of heaven so highly, to fall off
From their Creator, and trangress His will?

If he, whom mutual league,

United thoughts, and counsels, equal hope,
And hazard in the glorious enterprise,
Join'd with me once, now, Misery, hath join'd
In equal ruin.

In bulk as huge,

As whom the fables, name of monstrous size.

How all his malice serv'd, but to bring forth Infinite goodness.

Is this, the region, this, the soil, the clime, (Said then the lost Archangel) this, the seat, That we must change for heaven? this mournful gloom

For that celestial light?

Nathless he so endur'd, 'till on the beach Of that inflamed sea he stood, and call'd His legions, Angel-forms, who lay entranc'd, Thick as autumnal leaves, that strew the brooks.

Up they sprung

Upon the wing; as when men, wont to watch
On duty, sleeping found by whom they dread,
Rouse, and bestir themselves ere well awake.

Blotted out, and raz'd By their rebellion, from the books of life.

Attention, held them mute.

Space, may produce new worlds.

Anon, out of the earth, a fabric huge,
Rose like an exhalation, with the sound
Of dulcet symphonies, and voices sweet.

For, he, with this rebellious rout,

Fell long before.

A thousand demi-gods on golden seats.

Sweetness, sits smiling where the heart, beats true, And they praise most, to whom most praise, is due.

What! Has this thing appear'd again to night?

-I have seen nothing.

How now, Horatio? You tremble, and look pale: Is not this something more than fantasy?

The nights, are wholesome: then no planets strike.

It shews a will, most incorrect to heaven.

Why, 'tis a loving, and a fair reply.

This gentle, and unforc'd accord of Hamlet, Sits smiling to my heart.

How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable,

Seem, to me, all the uses of this world!

But two months dead!-nay-not so much! not two!

A figure like your father,

Armed at point, exactly cap-à-pé,

Appears before them, and, with solemn march,