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Manual of Elocution 
 
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 Ioice Culture, 
 
 DESIGNED TO FURNISH, IN CONVENIENT FORM, A FEW CHOICE 
 EXERCISES AND SELECTIONS FOR CLASS DRILL IN CON- 
 NECTION WITH THE STUDY OF THE PRINCIPLES 
 OF ELOCUTION AND ORATORY. 
 
 By L. A. BUTTEBEIELIX 
 
 PROFESSOR IN THE MONROE CONSERVATORY OF ELOCUTION, ORATORY, AND 
 
 THE DRAMATIC ART, AND TEACHER OF ELOCUTION IN 
 
 THE NEWTON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY. 
 
 BOSTON, MASS. : 
 
 Printed by R. J. Long, 36 Bromfield St. 
 
 1883. 
 

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 Entered according- to Act of Congress, in the year 1883, by 
 L. A. ' BUTTERFIELD, 
 In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. 
 
MANUAL OF ELOCUTION. 
 
 Purity of Tone. 
 
 1. From the workshop of the Golden Key there issued 
 forth a tinkling sound, so merry and good-humored, that it 
 suggested the idea of some one working blithely, and made 
 quite pleasant music. Tink, tink, tink — clear as a silver 
 bell, and audible at every pause of the streets' harsher noises, 
 as though it said, " I don't care ; nothing puts me out ; I am 
 resolved to be happy." 
 
 2. I come from haunts of coot and hern, 
 I make a sudden sally, 
 And sparkle out among the fern, 
 To bicker down a valley. 
 
 3. You bells in the steeple, ring, ring out your changes, 
 How many soever they be, 
 And let the brown meadow-lark's note as he ranges 
 
 Come over, come over to me. 
 
 4. A blind man would know that one was a gentleman 
 and the other a clown by the tones of their voices. 
 
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 Projection of Tone. 
 
 1. Ho ! strike the flag-staff deep. Sir Knight — ho ! scatter 
 flowers, fair maids : 
 Ho ! gunners, fire a loud salute — ho ! gallants, draw your 
 blades. 
 
 2. The splendor falls on castle walls, 
 And snowy summits old in story ; 
 The long light shakes across the lakes, 
 And the wild cataract leaps in glory. 
 
 3. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean — roll ! 
 Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. 
 
 4. Ye crags and peaks, Fm with you once again ! 
 I hold to you the hands you first beheld, 
 To show they still are free. Methinks I hear 
 A spirit in your echoes answer me, 
 And bid your tenant welcome home again ! 
 
 Fulness and Breadth of Tone. 
 
 1. Freedom, thou art not, as poets dream, 
 
 A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs, 
 And wavy tresses, gushing from the cap 
 With which the Roman master crowned his slave 
 When he took off the gyves. 
 
 A bearded man, 
 Armed to the teeth, art thou ; one mailed hand 
 Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword ; thy brow, 
 Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred 
 With tokens of old wars ; thy massive limbs 
 Are strong with struggling. 
 
AND VOICE CULTURE. 
 
 2. The hills, 
 
 Bock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales, 
 Stretching in pensive quietness between ; 
 The venerable woods — rivers that move 
 In majesty, and the complaining brooks, 
 That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, 
 Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — 
 Are but the solemn decorations all 
 Of the great tomb of man. 
 
 3. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, 
 Who rush to glory or the grave ! 
 Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, 
 And charge with all thy chivalry ! 
 
 4. It is done ! 
 
 Clang of bell and roar of gun ! 
 Send the tidings up and down. 
 
 How the belfries rock and reel ! 
 
 How the great guns, peal on peal, 
 Fling the joy from town to town ! 
 
 Articulation. 
 
 1. The coming and going of the birds is more or less a 
 mystery and a surprise. We go out in the morning, and no 
 thrush or finch is to be heard ; we go out again, and every 
 tree and grove is musical ; yet again, and all is silent. Who 
 saw them come ? Who saw them depart ? 
 
 2. Flower in the crannied wall, 
 
 I pluck you out of the crannies ; 
 
 Hold you here, root and all, in my hand, 
 Little flower — but if I could understand 
 
 What you are, root and all, and all in all, 
 I should know what God and man is. 
 
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 3. The day is done, and the darkness 
 Falls from the wings of Night, 
 As a feather is wafted downward 
 From an eagle in his flight. 
 
 4. O, how our organ can speak with its many and wonderful 
 ^voices ! — 
 Play on the soft lute of love, blow the loud trumpet of 
 
 war, 
 Sing with the high sesquialtro, or, drawing its full diapa- 
 son, 
 Shake all the air with the grand storm of its pedals and 
 stops. 
 
 5. Advance, then, ye future generations ! We would hail 
 you, as you rise in your long succession, to fill the places 
 which we now fill, and to taste the blessings of existence 
 where we are passing, and shall soon have passed, our own 
 human duration. 
 
 We bid you welcome to this pleasant land of the fathers. 
 We bid you welcome to the healthful skies and the verdant 
 fields of New England. We greet your accession to the 
 great inheritance which we have enjoyed. We welcome you 
 to the blessings of good government and religious liberty. 
 
 Inflections. 
 
 Falling Inflections. 
 1. Who's here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, 
 speak ; for him have I offended. Who's here so rude that 
 would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I 
 offended. Who's here so vile that will not love his country ? 
 If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. 
 
AND VOICE CULTURE. 
 
 2. Now for the fight, — now for the cannon peal, — 
 Forward, — through blood and toil and cloud and fire ! 
 
 3. How far, Catiline ! wilt thou abuse our patience ? 
 How long shalt thou baffle justice in thy mad career ? To 
 what extreme wilt thou carry thy audacity ? 
 
 Rising Inflections. 
 1. Art thou nothing daunted by the nightly watch, posted 
 to secure the Palatium ? Nothing, by the city guards ? 
 Nothing, by the rally of all good citizens ? Nothing, by 
 the assembling of the Senate in this fortified place ? Noth- 
 ing, by the averted looks of all here present ? 
 
 2. Wouldst thou lack that 
 
 Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, 
 And live a coward in thine own esteem, 
 Letting " I dare not " wait upon " I would/' 
 Like the poor cat i' the adage ? 
 
 Rising and Falling Inflections. 
 2. As Caesar loved me, I weep for him ; as he was fortu- 
 nate, I rejoice at it ; as he was valiant, I honor him ; but as 
 he was ambitious, I slew him. 
 
 3. Can honor set a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or 
 take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honor hath no 
 skill in surgery, then ? No. What is honor ? A word. 
 What is that word, honor ? Air. Who hath it ? He that 
 died on Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear 
 it ? No. Is it insensible, then ? Yes, to the dead. But 
 will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction 
 will not suffer it. 
 
MANUAL OF ELOCUTION. 
 
 Circumflex Inflections. 
 What should I say to you ? Should I not say, 
 Hath a dog money ? is it possible, 
 A cur can lend three thousand ducats ? 
 
 2. If I'm not so large as you. 
 
 You are not so small as I, 
 
 And not half so spry : 
 
 I ? 11 not deny you make 
 A very pretty squirrel track ! 
 Talents differ ; all is well and wisely put ; 
 If I cannot carry forests on my back 
 
 Neither can you crack a nut. 
 
 Monotone. 
 
 The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, 
 The solemn temples, the great globe itself, — 
 Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, 
 And, like this unsubstantial pageant, faded, — 
 Leave not a rack behind. 
 
 Whisper. 
 
 1. All heaven and earth are still, — though not in sleep, 
 But breathless, as we grow when feeling most ; 
 And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep. 
 
 Aspirated Tone. 
 
 1. Hush ! hark ! did stealing steps go by ? 
 Came not faint whispers near ? 
 
 And the bride-maidens whispered, " ; Twere better, by far, 
 To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." 
 
SELECTIONS. 
 
 THE CHEERFUL LOCKSMITH. 
 
 From the workshop of the Golden Key there issued forth 
 a tinkling sound, so merry and good-humored, that it sug- 
 gested the idea of some one working blithely, and made quite 
 pleasant music. Tink, tink, tink — clear as a silver bell, 
 and audible at every pause of the streets' harsher noises, as 
 though it said, " I don't care ; nothing puts me out ; I am 
 resolved to be happy." 
 
 2. Women scolded, children squalled, heavy carts went 
 rumbling by, horrible cries proceeded from the lungs of 
 hawkers ; still it struck in again, no higher, no lower, no 
 louder, no softer ; not thrusting itself on people's notice a 
 bit the more for having been outdone by louder sounds — 
 tink, tink, tink, tink, tink. 
 
 3. It was a perfect embodiment of the still small voice, 
 free from all cold, hoarseness, huskiness, or unhealthiness 
 of any kind. Foot-passengers slackened their pace, and 
 were disposed to linger near it ; neighbors who had got up 
 splenetic that morning, felt good-humor stealing on them as 
 they heard it, and by degrees became quite sprightly ; moth- 
 ers danced their babies to its ringing ; — still the same magi- 
 cal tink, tink, tink, came gaily from the workshop of the 
 Golden Key. 
 
 4. Who but the locksmith could have made such music ? 
 A gleam of sun shining through the unsashed window and 
 
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 checkering the dark workshop with a broad patch of light, 
 fell full upon him, as though attracted by his sunny heart. 
 There he stood working at his anvil, his face radiant with 
 exercise and gladness, his sleeves turned up, his wig pushed 
 off his shining forehead — the easiest, freest, happiest man 
 in all the world. 
 
 5. Beside him sat a sleek cat, purring and winking in the 
 light and falling every now and then into an idle doze, as 
 from excess of comfort. The very locks that hung around 
 had something jovial in their rust, and seemed like gouty 
 gentlemen of hearty natures, disposed to joke on their in- 
 firmities. 
 
 6. There was nothing surly or severe in the whole scene. 
 It seemed impossible that any one of the innumerable keys 
 could fit a churlish strong-box or a prison-door. Store-houses 
 of good things, rooms where there were fires, books, gossip, 
 and cheering laughter — these were their proper sphere of 
 action. Places of distrust and cruelty and restraint, they 
 would have quadruple-locked forever. 
 
 7. Tink, tink, tink. No man who hammered on at a dull, 
 monotonous duty could have brought such cheerful notes 
 from steel and iron ; none but a chirping, healthy, honest- 
 hearted fellow, who made the best of everything and felt 
 kindly towards everybody, could have done it for an instant. 
 He might have been a coppersmith, and still been musical. 
 If he had sat in a jolting wagon, full of rods of iron, it seemed 
 as if he would have brought some harmony out of it. 
 
 Charles Dickens. 
 
 THE LAUNCH OE THE SHIP, 
 i. 
 " Build me straight, worthy Master ! 
 Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel, 
 That shall laugh at all disaster, 
 
 And with wave and whirlwind wrestle ! " 
 
AND VOICE CULTURE. 11 
 
 II. 
 
 The merchant's word 
 
 Delighted the Master heard ; 
 
 For his heart was m his work, and the heart 
 
 Giveth grace unto every art. 
 
 And with a voice that was full of glee, 
 
 He answered, " Ere long we will launch 
 
 A vessel as goodly, and strong, and staunch 
 
 As ever weathered a wintry sea ! " 
 
 in. 
 All is finished ! and at length 
 Has come the bridal day 
 Of beauty and of strength. 
 To-day the vessel shall be launched ! 
 With fleecy clouds the sky is blanched ; 
 And o'er the bay, 
 Slowly, in all his splendors dight, 
 The great sun rises to behold the sight. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The ocean old, 
 
 Centuries old, 
 
 Strong as youth, and as uncontrolled, 
 
 Paces restless to and fro, 
 
 Up and down the sands of gold. 
 
 His beating heart is not at rest ; 
 
 And far and wide, 
 
 With ceaseless flow, 
 
 His beard of snow 
 
 Heaves with the heaving of his breast. 
 
 v. 
 He waits impatient for his bride. 
 There she stands, 
 
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 With her foot upon the sands, 
 
 Decked with flags and streamers gay, 
 
 In honor of her inarriage-day, 
 
 Her snow-white signals fluttering, blending, 
 
 Round her like a veil descending, 
 
 Ready to be 
 
 The bride of the gray, old sea. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Then the Master, 
 
 With a gesture of command, 
 
 Waved his hand ; 
 
 And at the word, 
 
 Loud and sudden there was heard, 
 
 All around them and below, 
 
 The sound of hammers, blow on blow, 
 
 Knocking away the shores and spurs. 
 
 And see ! she stirs ! 
 
 She starts, — she moves, — she seems to feel 
 
 The thrill of life along her keel, 
 
 And, spurning with her foot the ground, 
 
 With one exulting, joyous bound, 
 
 She leaps into the ocean's arms ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 And lo ! from the assembled crowd 
 
 There rose a shout, prolonged and loud, 
 
 That to the ocean seemed to say, — 
 
 " Take her, bridegroom, old and gray ; 
 
 Take her to thy protecting arms, 
 
 With all her youth, and all her charms ! " 
 
 VIII. 
 
 How beautiful she is ! how fair 
 
 She lies within those arms, that press 
 
ASD VOICE CULTURE. 13 
 
 Her form with many a soft caress 
 
 Of tenderness and watchful care ! 
 
 Sail forth into the sea, ship ! 
 
 Through wind and wave, right onward steer ! 
 
 The moistened eye, the trembling lip, 
 
 Are not the signs of doubt or fear. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Thou, too, sail on, Ship of State ! 
 Sail on, Union, strong and great ! 
 Humanity, with all its fears, 
 With all the hopes of future years, 
 Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! 
 We know what Master laid thy keel, 
 What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel. 
 Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, 
 What anvils rang, what hammers beat, 
 In what a forge, and what a heat, 
 Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! 
 
 x. 
 Fear not each sudden sound and shock ; 
 'Tis of the wave, and not the rock ; 
 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, 
 And not a rent made by the gale ! 
 In spite of rock and tempest's roar, 
 In spite of false lights on the shore, 
 Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! 
 Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee : 
 Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, 
 Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, 
 Are all with thee, — are all with thee ! 
 
 H. W. Longfellow. 
 
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 HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES. 
 
 " Handsome is that handsome does, — hold up your heads, 
 girls ! " was the language of Primrose in the play when ad- 
 dressing her daughters. The worthy matron was right. 
 What is good-looking, as Horace Smith remarks, but looking 
 good ? Be good, be womanly, be gentle, — generous in your 
 sympathies, heedful of the well-being of all around you; 
 and, my word for it, you will not lack kind words of admi- 
 ration. Loving and pleasant associations will gather about 
 you. 
 
 2. Never mind the ugly reflection which your glass may 
 give you. That mirror has no heart. But quite another 
 picture is yours on the retina of human sympathy. There 
 the beauty of holiness, of purity, of that inward grace which 
 passeth show, rests over it, softening and mellowing its 
 features just as the calm moonlight melts those of a rough 
 landscape into harmonious loveliness. 
 
 3. "Hold up your heads, girls ! " I repeat after Primrose. 
 Why should you not ? Every mother's daughter of you can 
 be beautiful. You can envelop yourselves in an atmosphere 
 of moral and intellectual beauty, through which your other- 
 wise plain faces will look forth like those of angels. 
 
 4. Beautiful to Ledyard, stiffening in the cold of a north- 
 ern winter, seemed the diminutive, smoke-stained women of 
 Lapland, who wrapped him in their furs and ministered to 
 his necessities with kindness and gentle words of compassion. 
 Lovely to the homesick heart of Park seemed the dark maids 
 of Sego, as they sung their low and simple song of welcome 
 beside his bed, and sought to comfort the white stranger, 
 who had " no mother to bring him milk and no wife to grind 
 him corn." 
 
 5. 0, talk as we may of beauty as a thing to be chiseled 
 from marble or wrought out on canvas ; speculate as we 
 
AND VOICE CULTURE. 15 
 
 may upon its colors and outlines, what is it but an intellect- 
 ual abstraction after all ? The heart feels a beauty of another 
 kind ; looking through the outward environment, it discovers 
 a deeper and more real loveliness. 
 
 6. This was well understood by the old painters. In their 
 pictures of Mary, the virgin mother, the beauty which melts 
 and subdues the gazer is that of the soul and the affections, 
 uniting the awe and mystery of that mother's miraculous 
 allotment with the irrepressible love, the unutterable tender- 
 ness of young maternity, — Heaven's crowning miracle with 
 Nature's holiest and sweetest instinct. 
 
 7. And their pale Magdalens, holy with the look of sins 
 forgiven, — how the divine beauty of their penitence sinks 
 into the heart ! Do we not feel that the only real deformity is 
 sin, and that goodness evermore hallows and sanctifies its 
 dwelling-place ? When the soul is at rest, when the passions 
 and desires are all attuned to the divine harmony, — 
 
 ;i Spirits moving musically 
 To a lute's well-ordered law," 
 
 do we not read the placid significance thereof in the human 
 countenance ? 
 
 8. " I have seen," said Charles Lamb, " faces upon which 
 the dove of peace sat brooding." In that simple and beauti- 
 ful record of a holy life, the Journal of John Woolman, 
 there is a passage of which I have been more than once re- 
 minded in my intercourse with my fellow-beings : u Some 
 glances of real beauty may be seen in their faces who dwell 
 in true meekness. There is a divine harmony in the sound 
 of that voice to which divine love gives utterance." 
 
 9. Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman 
 whom the world calls beautiful. Through its "silver veil " 
 the evil and ungentle passions looked out hideous and hate- 
 ful. On the other hand, there are faces which the multitude 
 at the first glance pronounce homely, unattractive, and such 
 
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 as " Nature fashions by the gross," which I always recognise 
 with a warm heart-thrill ; not for the world would I have 
 one feature changed ; they please me as they are ; they are 
 hallowed by kind memories ; they are beautiful through 
 their associations ; nor are they any the less welcome that 
 with my admiration of them " the stranger intermeddleth 
 not." j. G. Whittieb. 
 
 UNION AND LIBEETY. 
 i. 
 Flag of the heroes who left us their glory, 
 Borne through our battle-fields' thunder and flame, 
 Blazoned in song and illumined in story, 
 Wave o'er us all who inherit their fame ! 
 
 n. 
 
 Up with our banner bright, 
 
 Sprinkled with starry light, 
 Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore ; 
 
 While through the sounding sky, 
 
 Loud rings the nation's cry, — 
 Union and liberty ! — one evermore ! 
 
 in. 
 
 Light of our firmament, guide of our nation, 
 Pride of her children, and honored afar, 
 
 Let the wide beams of thy full constellation 
 Scatter each cloud that would darken a star ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Empire unsceptred ! what foe shall assail thee, 
 Bearing the standard of Liberty's van ? 
 
 Think not the God of thy fathers shall fail thee, 
 Striving with men for the birthright of man ! 
 
AND VOICE CULTURE. 17 
 
 Yet, if by madness and treachery blighted, 
 
 Dawns the dark hour when the sword thou must draw, 
 
 Then, with the arms of thy millions united, 
 Smite the bold traitors to Freedom and Law ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 Lord of the Universe ! shield us and guide us, 
 Trusting Thee always, through shadow and sun ! 
 
 Thou hast united us, who shall divide us ? 
 Keep us, keep us, the Many in One ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 Up with our banner bright, 
 
 Sprinkled with starry light, 
 
 Spread its fair emblems from mountain to shore ; 
 
 While through the sounding sky, 
 
 Loud rings the nation's cry, — 
 
 Union and Liberty ! — one evermore ! 
 
 O. W. Holmes. 
 
 TBEATMENT OF THE AMEEICAN COLONIES. 
 
 My Lords — I rise with astonishment to see these papers 
 brought to your table at so late a period of this business ; 
 papers, to tell us what ? Why, what all the world knew 
 before ; that the Americans, irritated by repeated injuries, 
 and stripped of their inborn rights and dearest privileges, 
 have resisted, and entered into associations for the preser- 
 vation of their common liberties. 
 
 2. Had the early situation of the people of Boston been 
 attended to, things would not have come to this. But the 
 infant complaints of Boston were literally treated like the 
 capricious squalls of a child, who, it was said, did not know 
 
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 whether it was aggrieved or not. But full well I knew at 
 that time that this child, if not redressed, would soon assume 
 the courage and voice of a man. Full well I knew that the 
 sons of ancestors, born under the same free constitution, and 
 once breathing the same liberal air, as Englishmen, would 
 resist upon the same principles and on the same occasions. 
 
 3. What has government done ? They have sent an 
 armed force, consisting of seventeen thousand men, to dragoon 
 the Bostonians into what is called their duty ; and, so far 
 from once turning their eyes to the impolicy and destructive 
 consequence of this scheme, are constantly sending out more 
 troops. And we are told, in the language of menace, that, 
 if seventeen thousand men won't do, fifty thousand shall. 
 
 4. It is true, my lords, with this force they may ravage 
 the country, waste and destroy as they march ; but in the 
 progress of fifteen hundred miles can they occupy the places 
 they have passed ? Will not a country which can produce 
 three millions of people, wronged and insulted as they are 
 start up, like hydras, in every corner, and gather fresh strength 
 from fresh opposition ? Nay, what dependence can you have 
 upon the soldiery, the unhappy engines of your wrath ? They 
 are Englishmen, who must feel for the privileges of English- 
 men. Do you think that these men can turn their arms 
 against their brethren ? Surely not. A victory must be to 
 them a defeat ; and carnage, a sacrifice. 
 
 5. But it is not merely three millions of people, the pro- 
 duce of America, we have to contend with in this unnatural 
 struggle ; many more are on their side, dispersed over the 
 face of this wide empire. Every whig in this country and 
 in Ireland is with them. Who, then, let me demand, has 
 given, and continues to give, this strange and unconstitutional 
 advice ? 
 
 6. I do not mean to level at any one man, or any particu- 
 lar set of men; but thus much I will venture to declare, 
 
AND VOICE CULTURE. 19 
 
 that if His Majesty continues to hear such counsellors, he 
 will not only be badly advised, but undone. He may con- 
 tinue, indeed, to wear his crown ; but it will not be worth 
 his wearing. Eobbed of so principal a jewel as America, it 
 will lose its lustre, and no longer beam that effulgence which 
 should irradiate the brow of majesty. 
 
 7. In this alarming crisis, I come, with this paper in my 
 hand, to offer you the best of my experience and advice ; 
 which is, that an humble petition be presented to His Majesty, 
 beseeching him, that, in order to open the way towards a 
 happy settlement of the dangerous troubles in America, it 
 may graciously please him that immediate orders be given 
 to General Gage for removing His Majesty's forces from the 
 town of Boston. 
 
 8. And this, my lords, upon the most mature and deliber- 
 ate grounds, is the best advice I can give you at this juncture. 
 Such conduct will convince America that you mean to try 
 her cause in the spirit of freedom and inquiry, and not in 
 letters of blood. There is no time to be lost. Every hour 
 is big with danger. Perhaps, while I am now speaking, the 
 decisive blow is struck, which may involve millions in the 
 consequence. And, believe me, the very first drop of blood 
 which is shed will cause a wound which may never be 
 
 healed. 
 
 Lord Chatham. 
 
 LOCHINVAR. 
 
 i. 
 young Lochinvar is come out of the West, — 
 Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ! 
 And, save his good broadsword, he weapon had none, ■ 
 He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. 
 So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, 
 There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. 
 
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 II. 
 
 He stayed not for brake, and lie stopped not for stone, 
 
 He swam the Eske river where ford there was none ; 
 
 But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, 
 
 The bride had consented, the gallant came late : 
 
 For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, 
 
 Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. 
 
 in. 
 So boldly he entered the Netherby hall, 
 'Mong bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all : 
 Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword 
 (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), 
 " 0, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, 
 Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ?" — 
 
 IV. 
 
 " I long wooed your daughter, — my suit you denied ; — 
 Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; 
 And now am I come, with this lost love of mine 
 To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. 
 There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, 
 That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar/' 
 
 v. 
 The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up ; 
 He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. 
 She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, 
 With a smile on her lip, and a tear in her eye. 
 He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — 
 " Now tread we a measure ! " said young Lochinvar. 
 
 VI. 
 
 So stately his form, and so lovely her face, 
 That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; 
 
AND VOICE CULTURE. 21 
 
 While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, 
 And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; 
 And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'Twere better, by far, 
 To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." 
 
 VII. 
 
 One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, 
 
 When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near ; 
 
 So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, 
 
 So light to the saddle before her he sprung : 
 
 " She is won ! we are gone ! over bank, bush, and scar ; 
 
 They '11 have fleet steeds that follow/' quoth young Lochinvar. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; 
 
 Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : 
 
 There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, 
 
 But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. 
 
 So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, 
 
 Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? 
 
 Sir Walter Scott. 
 
 NATIONAL BANKRUPTCY. 
 
 I hear much said of patriotism, appeals to patriotism, 
 transports of patriotism. Gentlemen, why prostitute this 
 noble word ? Is it so very magnanimous to give up a part 
 of your income in order to save your whole property ? This 
 is very simple arithmetic ; and he that hesitates, deserves 
 contempt rather than indignation. 
 
 2. Yes, gentlemen, it is to your immediate self-interest, 
 to your most familiar notions of prudence and policy, that I 
 
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 now appeal. I say not to you now, as heretofore, beware 
 how you give the world the first example of an assembled 
 nation untrue to the public faith. I ask you not, as hereto- 
 fore, what right you have to freedom, or what means of main- 
 taining it, if, at your first step in administration, you outdo 
 in baseness all the old and corrupt governments. I tell you, 
 that unless you prevent this catastrophe, you will all be in- 
 volved in the general ruin ; and that you are yourselves the 
 persons most deeply interested in making the sacrifices which 
 the government demands of you. 
 
 3. I exhort you, then, most earnestly, to vote these extraor- 
 dinary supplies ; and God grant they may prove sufficient ! 
 Vote them, I beseech you; for, even if you doubt the expe- 
 diency of the means, you know perfectly well that the sup- 
 plies are necessary, and that you are incapable of raising 
 them in any other way. Vote them at once, for the crisis 
 does not admit of delay ; and, if it occurs, we must be re- 
 sponsible for the consequences. 
 
 4. Beware of asking for time. Misfortune accords it 
 never. While you are lingering, the evil day will come 
 upon you. Why, gentlemen, it is but a few days since, that 
 upon occasion of some foolish bustle in the Palais Royal, 
 some ridiculous insurrection that existed nowhere but in the 
 heads of a few weak or designing individuals, we were told 
 with emphasis, " Catiline is at the gates of Eome, and yet 
 we deliberate." We know, gentlemen, that this was all im- 
 agination. We are far from being at Eome ; nor is there 
 any Catiline at the gates of Paris. But now are we threat- 
 ened with a real danger ; bankruptcy, national bankruptcy, 
 is before you ; it threatens to swallow up your persons, your 
 property, your honor, — and yet you deliberate. 
 
 MlRABEAU. 
 
AND VOICE CULTURE. 23 
 
 THE BISING IN 1776. 
 i. 
 
 Out of the North the wild news came, 
 Far flashing on its wings of flame, 
 Swift as the boreal light which flies 
 At midnight through the startled skies. 
 And there was tumult in the air, 
 
 The fife's shrill note, the drum's loud beat, 
 And through the wide land everywhere 
 
 The answering tread of hurrying feet ; 
 While the first oath of Freedom's gun 
 Came on the blast from Lexington ; 
 And Concord, roused, no longer tame, 
 Forgot her old baptismal name, 
 Made bare her patriot arm of power, 
 And swelled the discord of the hour. 
 
 ii. 
 Within its shade of elm and oak 
 
 The church of Berkley Manor stood ; 
 There Sunday found the rural folk, 
 
 And some esteemed of gentle blood. 
 
 In vain their feet with loitering tread 
 Passed 'mid the graves where rank is naught ; 
 All could not read the lesson taught 
 
 In that republic of the dead. 
 
 in. 
 
 How sweet the hour of Sabbath talk, 
 The vale with peace and sunshine full 
 
 Where all the happy people walk, 
 
 Decked in their homespun flax and wool ! 
 Where youth's gay hats with blossoms bloom ; 
 
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 And every maid with simple art, 
 Wears on her breast, like her own heart, 
 A bud whose depths are all perfume ; 
 While every garment's gentle stir 
 Is breathing rose and lavender. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The pastor came ; his snowy locks 
 
 Hallowed his brow of thought and care ; 
 
 And calmly, as shepherds lead their flocks, 
 He led into the house of prayer. 
 
 The pastor rose ; the prayer was strong ; 
 
 The psalm was warrior David's song ; 
 
 The text, a few short words of might, — 
 
 " The Lord of hosts shall arm the right ! " 
 
 v. 
 He spoke of wrongs too long endured, 
 Of sacred rights to be secured ; 
 Then from his patriot tongue of flame 
 The startling words for Freedom came. 
 The stirring sentences he spake 
 Compelled the heart to glow or quake, 
 And, rising on his theme's broad wing, 
 
 And grasping in his nervous hand 
 
 The imaginary battle-brand, 
 In face of death he dared to fling 
 Defiance to a tyrant king. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Even as he spoke, his frame, renewed 
 In eloquence of attitude, 
 Eose, as it seemed, a shoulder higher ; 
 Then swept his kindling glance of fire 
 From startled pew to breathless choir ; 
 
AND VOICE CULTURE. 25 
 
 When suddenly his mantle wide 
 His hands impatient flung aside, 
 And, lo ! he met their wondering eyes 
 Complete in all a warrior's guise. 
 
 VII. 
 
 A moment there was awful pause, — 
 When Berkley cried, " Cease, traitor ! cease ! 
 God's temple is the house of peace ! " 
 
 The other shouted, " Nay, not so, 
 When God is with our righteous cause ; 
 His holiest places then are ours, 
 His temples are our forts and towers, 
 
 That frown upon the tyrant foe ; 
 In this, the daw a of Freedom's day, 
 There is a time to fight and pray ! " 
 
 VIII. 
 
 And now before the open door — 
 
 The warrior priest had ordered so — 
 The enlisting trumpet's sudden roar 
 Eang through the chapel, o'er and o'er, 
 
 Its long reverberating blow, 
 So loud and clear, it seemed the ear 
 Of dusty death must wake and hear. 
 And there the startling drum and fife 
 Fired the living with fiercer life ; 
 While overhead, with wild increase, 
 Forgetting its ancient toll of peace, 
 
 The great bell swung as ne'er before : 
 It seemed as it would never cease ; 
 And every word its ardor flung 
 From off its jubilant iron tongue 
 
 Was, " War ! War ! War ! " 
 
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 IX. 
 
 " Who dares ?" — this was the patriot's cry, 
 As striding from the desk he came, — 
 
 "Come out with me, in Freedom's name, 
 For her to live, for her to die ? " 
 A hundred hands flung up reply, 
 A hundred voices answered, "//" 
 
 T. B. Read. 
 
 BEEAK! BREAK! BREAK! 
 i. 
 Break, break, break, 
 
 On thy cold gray stones, Sea ! 
 And I would that my tongue could utter 
 The thoughts that arise in me. 
 
 ii. 
 
 well for the fisherman's boy, 
 That he shouts with his sister at play ! 
 
 well for the sailor lad, 
 That he sings in his boat on the bay ! 
 
 in. 
 And the stately ships go on 
 
 To their haven under the hill ; 
 But for the touch of a vanish'd hand, 
 
 And the sound of a voice that is still ! 
 
 IV. 
 
 Break, break, break, 
 
 At the foot of thy crags, Sea ! 
 
 But the tender grace of a day that is dead 
 
 Will never come back to me. 
 
 A. Tennyson. 
 
AND VOICE CULTURE. 27 
 
 AWAIT THE ISSUE. 
 
 In this world, with its wild whirling eddies and mad foam 
 oceans, where men and nations perish as if without law, and 
 judgment for an unjust thing is sternly delayed, dost thou 
 think that there is therefore no justice ? It is what the fool 
 hath said in his heart. It is what the wise, in all times, 
 were wise because they denied, and knew forever not to be. 
 I tell thee again, there is nothing else but justice. One strong 
 thing I find here below : the just thing, the true thing. 
 
 2. My friend, if thou hadst all the artillery of Woolwich 
 trundling at thy back in support of an unjust thing, and in- 
 finite bonfires visibly waiting ahead of thee, to blaze centu- 
 ries long for thy victory on behalf of it, I would advise thee 
 to call halt, to fling down thy baton, and say, " In Heaven's 
 name, no ! " 
 
 3. Thy " success " ? Poor fellow, what will thy success 
 amount to ? If the thing is unjust, thou hast not succeeded ; 
 no, not though bonfires blazed from north to south, and bells 
 rang, and editors wrote leading articles, and the just things 
 lay trampled out of sight, to all mortal eyes an abolished 
 and annihilated thing. 
 
 4. It is the right and noble alone that will have victory in 
 this struggle ; the rest is wholly an obstruction, a postpone- 
 ment and fearful imperilment of the victory. Towards an 
 eternal centre of right and nobleness, and of that only, is all 
 confusion tending. We already know whither it is all tend- 
 ing ; what will have victory, what will have none ! The 
 Heaviest will reach the centre. The Heaviest has its de- 
 flections, its obstructions, nay, at times its reboundings ; 
 whereupon some blockhead shall be heard jubilating : " See, 
 your Heaviest ascends ! " but at all moments it is moving 
 centreward, fast as is convenient for it ; sinking, sinking . 
 and, by laws older than the world, old as the Maker's first 
 plan of the world, it has to arrive there. 
 
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 5. Await the issue. In all battles, if you await the issue 
 each fighter has prospered according to his right. His right 
 and his might, at the close of the account, were one and the 
 same. He has fought with all his might, and in exact pro- 
 portion to all his right he has prevailed. His very death is 
 no victory over him. He dies indeed ; but his work lives, 
 very truly lives. 
 
 6. A heroic Wallace, quartered on the scaffold, cannot 
 hinder that his Scotland become, one day, a part of England ; 
 but he does hinder that it become, on tyrannous, unfair terms, 
 a part of it ; commands still, as with a god's voice, from his 
 old Valhalla and Temple of the Brave, that there be a just, real 
 union, as of brother and brother, not a false and merely 
 semblant one as of slave and master. If the union with 
 England be in fact one of Scotland's chief blessings, we thank 
 Wallace withal that it was not the chief curse. Scotland is 
 not Ireland: no, because brave men rose there and said, 
 " Behold, ye must not tread us down as slaves ; and ye shall 
 not, and cannot ! " 
 
 7. Eight on, thou brave true heart, and falter not, through 
 dark fortune and through bright. The cause thou tightest 
 for, so far as it is true, no further, yet precisely so far, is 
 very sure of victory. The falsehood alone of it will be con- 
 quered, will be abolished, as it ought to be : but the truth of 
 it is part of Nature's own laws, co-operates with the world's 
 eternal tendencies, and cannot be conquered. 
 
 T. Carlyle. 
 
 A PSALM OE LIEE. 
 i. 
 Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 
 
 Life is but an empty dream ! 
 For the soul is dead that slumbers, 
 And things are not what they seem. 
 
AND VOICE CULTURE. 29 
 
 II. 
 
 Life is real ! Life is earnest ! 
 
 And the grave is not its goal ; 
 Dust thou art, to dust returnest, 
 
 Was not spoken of the soul. 
 
 in. 
 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, 
 
 Is our destined end or way ; 
 But to act, that each to-morrow 
 
 Find us farther than to-day. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Art is long, and Time is fleeting, 
 
 And our hearts, though stout and brave, 
 
 Still, like muffled drums, are beating 
 Funeral marches to the grave. 
 
 v. 
 In the world's broad field of battle, 
 
 In the bivouac of Life, 
 Be not like dumb, driven cattle ! 
 
 Be a hero in the strife ! 
 
 VI. 
 
 Trust no future, howe'er pleasant ! 
 
 Let the dead Past bury its dead ! 
 Act, — act in the living Present ! 
 
 Heart within, and God o'erhead ! 
 
 VII. 
 
 Lives of great men all remind us 
 
 We can make our lives sublime, 
 And, departing, leave behind us 
 
 Footprints on the sands of time ; — 
 
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 VIII. 
 
 Footprints, that perhaps another, 
 Sailing o'er life's solemn main, 
 
 A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, 
 Seeing, shall take heart again. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Let us, then, be up and doing, 
 With a heart for any fate ; 
 
 Still achieving, still pursuing, 
 Learn to labor and to wait. 
 
 H. W. Longfellow. 
 
 ZENOBIA'S AMBITION. 
 
 I am charged with pride and ambition. The charge is 
 true, and I glory in its truth. Who ever achieved anything 
 great in letters, arts, or arms, who was not ambitious ? 
 Csesar was not more ambitious than Cicero. It was but in 
 another way. Let the ambition be a noble one, and who 
 shall blame it ? I confess I did once aspire to be queen, not 
 only of Palmyra, but of the East. That I am. I now aspire 
 to remain so. Is it not an honorable ambition ? Does it 
 not become a descendant of the Ptolemies and of Cleopatra ? 
 
 2, I am applauded by you all for what I have already 
 done. You would not it should have been less. But why 
 pause here ? Is so much ambition praiseworthy, and more 
 criminal ? Is it fixed in nature that the limits of this em- 
 pire should be Egypt, on the one hand, the Hellespont and 
 the Euxine, on the other ? Were not Suez and Armenia 
 more natural limits ? Or hath empire no natural limit, but 
 is broad as the genius that can devise, and the power that 
 can win ? 
 
 3. Eome has the West. Let Palmyra possess the East. 
 
AND VOICE CULTURE. 31 
 
 Not that nature prescribes this and no more. The gods 
 prospering, and I swear not that the Mediterranean shall 
 hem me in upon the west, or Persia on the east. Longinus 
 is right, — I would that the world were mine. I feel, within, 
 the will and the power to bless it, were it so. 
 
 4. Are not my people happy ? I look upon the past and 
 the present, upon my nearer and remoter subjects, and ask, 
 nor fear the answer. Whom have I wronged? — What 
 province have I oppressed? What city pillaged ? What 
 region drained with taxes ? Whose life have I unjustly 
 taken, or estates coveted or robbed ? Whose honor have I 
 wantonly assailed ? Whose rights, though of the weakest 
 and poorest, have I trenched upon ? I dwell, where I would 
 ever dwell, in the hearts of my people. It is written in 
 your faces, that I reign not more over you than within you. 
 The foundation of my throne is not more power, than love. 
 
 5. Suppose now, my ambition add another province to 
 our realm. Is it an evil ? The kingdoms already bound to 
 us by the joint acts of ourself and the late royal Odenatus, 
 we found discordant and at war. They are now united and 
 at peace. One harmonious whole has grown out of hostile 
 and sundered parts. At my hands they receive a common 
 justice and equal benefits. The channels of their commerce 
 have I opened, and dug them deep and sure. Prosperity 
 and plenty are in all their borders. The streets of our 
 capital bear testimony to the distant and various industry 
 where here seeks its market. 
 
 6. This is no vain boasting : — receive it not so, good 
 friends. It is but truth. He who traduces himself, sins 
 with him who traduces another. He who is unjust to him. 
 self, or less than just, breaks a law, as well as he who hurts 
 his neighbor. I tell you what I am, and what I have done, 
 that your trust for the future may not rest upon ignorant 
 grounds. If I am more than just to myself, rebuke me. If 
 
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 I have overstepped the modesty that became me, I am open 
 
 to your censure, and will bear it. 
 
 7. But I have spoken, that you may know your queen, — 
 
 not only by her acts, but by her admitted principles. I tell 
 
 you then that I am ambitious, — that I crave dominion, and 
 
 while I live will reign. Sprung from a line of kings, a 
 
 throne is my natural seat. I love it. But I strive, too, — 
 
 you can bear me witness that I do, — that it shall be, while 
 
 I sit upon it, an honored, unpolluted seat. If I can, I will 
 
 hang a yet brighter glory around it. 
 
 William Ware. 
 
 CHAEGE OF THE LIGHT BEIGADE. 
 i. 
 Half a league, half a league, 
 
 Half a league onward, 
 All in the valley of Death 
 
 Eode the six hundred. 
 " Forward, the Light Brigade ! 
 Charge for the guns ! " he said : 
 Into the valley of Death 
 
 Eode the six hundred. 
 
 ii. 
 
 " Forward, the Light Brigade ! " 
 Was there a man dismayed ? 
 Not though the soldiers knew 
 
 Some one had blundered ! 
 Theirs not to make reply ; 
 Theirs not to reason why ; 
 Theirs but to do and die : 
 Into the valley of Death 
 
 Eode the six hundred. 
 
AND VOICE CULTURE. 33 
 
 III. 
 
 Cannon to right of them, 
 Cannon to left of them, 
 Cannon in front of them 
 
 Volleyed and thundered : 
 Stormed at with shot and shell, 
 Boldly they rode and well ; 
 Into the jaws of Death, 
 Into the mouth of Hell, 
 
 Rode the six hundred. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Flashed all their sabres bare, 
 Flashed as they turned in air, 
 Sabring the gunners there, 
 Charging an army, while 
 
 All the world wondered ! 
 Plunged in the battery-smoke, 
 Eight through the line they broke : 
 Cossack and Russian 
 Reeled from the sabre-stroke, 
 
 Shattered and sundered. 
 Then they rode back ; but not — 
 
 Not the six hundred. 
 
 Cannon to right of them, 
 Cannon to left of them, 
 Cannon behind them 
 
 Volleyed and thundered : 
 Stormed at with shot and shell, 
 While horse and hero fell, 
 They that had fought so well 
 Came through the jaws of Death 
 
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 Back from the mouth of Hell, 
 All that was left of them — 
 Left of six hundred. 
 
 VI. 
 
 When can their glory fade ? 
 the wild charge they made ! 
 
 All the world wondered. 
 Honor the charge they made ! 
 Honor the Light Brigade, — 
 
 Noble six hundred ! 
 
 A. Tennyson. 
 
 GOD ALL IIST ALL. 
 
 Every moment of our lives, we breathe, stand, or move in 
 the temple of the Most High ; for the whole universe is that 
 temple. Wherever Ave go, the testimony to His power, the 
 impress of His hand are there. 
 
 2. Ask of the bright worlds around us, as they roll in the 
 everlasting harmony of their circles; and they shall tell you 
 of Him, whose power launched them on their courses. 
 
 3. Ask of the mountains, that lift their heads among and 
 above the clouds ; and the bleak summit of one shall seem 
 to call aloud to the snow-clad top of another, in proclaiming 
 their testimony to the Agency which has laid their deep 
 foundations. 
 
 4. Ask of ocean's waters ; and the roar of their boundless 
 waves shall chant from shore to shore a hymn of ascription 
 to that Being, who hath said, " Hitherto shall ye come and 
 no further." 
 
 5. Ask of the rivers \ and as they roll onward to the sea, 
 do they not bear along their ceaseless tribute to the ever- 
 
AND VOICE CULTURE. 35 
 
 working Energy, which struck open their fountains and 
 poured them down through the valleys ? 
 
 6. Ask of every region of the earth, from the burning 
 equator to the icy pole, from the rock-bound coast to the 
 plain covered with its luxuriant vegetation ; and will you 
 not find on them all the record of the Creator's presence ? 
 
 7. Ask of the countless tribes of plants and animals ; and 
 shall they not testify to the action of the great Source of 
 Life? 
 
 8. Yes, from every portion, from every department of 
 nature, comes the same voice : everywhere we hear Thy 
 name, God ; everywhere we see Thy love. Creation, in 
 all its depth and height, is the manifestation of Thy Spirit, 
 and without Thee the world were dark and dead. 
 
 9. The universe is to us as the burning bush which the 
 Hebrew leader saw : God is ever present in it, for it burns 
 with His glory, and the ground on which we stand is always 
 holy. 
 
 Convers Francis. 
 
SELECTIONS. 
 
 AUTHOR. PAGE. 
 
 I. The Cheerful Locksmith ----- Dickens - - 9 
 
 II. The Launch of the Ship - - - - Longfellow - - 10 
 
 III. Handsome is that Handsome Does - Whittier - - 14 
 
 IY. Union and Liberty -------- Holmes - - 16 
 
 V. Treatment of the American Colonies, Chatham - - 17 
 
 VI. Lochinvar ------------ Scott - - 19 
 
 VII. National Bankruptcy ----- Miraheau - - 21 
 
 VIII. Kising in 1776 ----------- Bead - - 23 
 
 IX. Break ! Break ! Break ! - - - - Tennyson - - 26 
 
 X. Await the Issue -------- Carlyle - - 27 
 
 XL The Psalm of Life ------- Longfellow - - 28 
 
 XII. Zenobia's Ambition -------- Ware - - 30 
 
 XIII. Charge of the Light Brigade - - - Tennyson - - 32 
 
 XIV. God All in All -------- Francis - - 34