9. Gone, art thou, Marion, Marion Moore ! Marion Moore. Jas. G. Clark. Io. Now the world slopes away to the afternoon sun— Steady one! steady all! The down grade has begun. Let the engines take breath, they have nothing to do, For the law that swings worlds will whirl the train through. Streams of fire from the wheels, Like flashes from the fountains ; And the dizzy train reels As it swoops down the mountains : As if demons drove tandem Engines "Death" and "Disaster!" From dumb Winter to Spring in one wonderful hour; Overland Train. Iliad, Book III. STYLE. But when he speaks, what Elocution flows! Homer [Pope's Tr.] THE Colloquial constitutes the basis of all other styles. It is the golden thread that runs through the warp and woof of speech. It is to this that the attention of the student should first be called. More practice is needed in the colloquial style of reading and speaking than in any other. There is far too much declaiming in the declamatory, too much of the dramatic in drama, and not enough talking anywhere. In impassioned expression, the colloquial may be lost for awhile, like some of the streams of California, to reappear farther down the channel of thought. In many of the paragraphs given below, in which the colloquial predominates, other styles that contribute to the mixed emotions frequently appear, and should not be ignored. The Colloquial prevails in the Narrative, the Descriptive, the Didactic, and in Dialogue and Drama. The Parliamentary and Declamatory styles predominate in Deliberative Address, in Recitation, and in Oratory. In the portrayal of the Passions, the Dramatic style prevails, and is largely characterized by "Action." Personation is the representing of different characters. Its scope comprises and utilizes all the different styles employed in vocal and physical expression. In exemplifying the various styles, the student should first study each selection until the general spirit, the pervading thought and emotion of the passage, is well understood and felt, and then he should endeavor to render it in the most natural manner consistent with the required expression. These directions should be followed in the study and practice of all the exercises given for elocutionary drill. The different emotions embodied in language should be studied and practiced by the student until the words—and the emotions, if possible—become his own, and will prompt to the same expression as would similar passions uncoerced by the will. This is the highest attainment in the art, and one which every student of elocution should aim to reach. That this ideal standard may be attained, is clearly shown in the following lines from Hamlet after his interview with the players : Is it not monstrous, that this player here, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting I. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, As You Like It, Act II., Sc. 1. 2. Shakespeare. Laugh, if you like to! Laugh till you're gray; If you'd hit your toe, and fallen like me, And bumped your nose and bruised your shin, That rolled to the floor in the awful din That followed the fall of the row of tin Bitter Sweet. Holland. 3. "Hush, Rip," cried she, "hush, you little fool; the old man won't hurt you." The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman?" asked he. "Judith Gardenier." "And your father's name?" ་་ 'Ah, poor man, Rip Van Winkle was his name, but it's twenty years since he went away from home with his gun, and never has been heard of since,—his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself, or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl." Rip had but one question more to ask; but he put it with a faltering voice: "Where's your mother?" Oh, she too had died but a short time since; she broke a blood-vessel in a fit of passion at a New England peddler." There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelligence. The honest man could contain himself no longer. He caught his daughter and her child in his arms. "I am your father!" cried he—“ Young Rip Van Winkle once-old Rip Van Winkle now!-Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle?" Rip Van Winkle. 4. Tom. 5. ་་ Oh! you'd admire To see Robin now, he's as bright as a dime, Yes, Tom was our dog. "Oh, father! I hear the sound of guns, Oh, say, what may it be?" "Some ship in distress that cannot live In such an angry sea!" Wreck of the Hesperus. Irving. C. F. Woolson. Longfellow. " And Ruben slid The fastenings back, and the door undid. "Keep dark!" said he, While I squint and see what the' is to see. He's opened the winder,-I see his head. |