Victory, if gained, is gained by battles fought; If rout or ruin, following, close the day? What worth a hundred posts, maintained with skill, He who would win his cause, with power must frame Keep, then, this first great precept ever near; Judge Story. SELECTIONS. [Several of the following selections, those of Mr. Brooks in particular, have been written and copy-righted specially for Voice Culture and Elocution, and permission has been obtained from authors and publishers for the use of others. With the exception of a few pieces intended only for class readings and recitations, the selections here given will be found a choice list for parlor and public recitals.] THE KITCHEN CLOCK. JOHN VANCE CHENEY. [From "Thistle Drift."] KNITTING is the maid o' the kitchen, Milly; Doing nothing, sits the chore boy, Billy: "Seconds reckoned, Milly, Billy, Billy, Milly, Tick-tock, tock-tick, Now-now, quick-quick! Goes the kitchen clock. Something's happened, very red is Milly; Billy boy is looking very silly : Weeks gone, still they're sitting, Milly, Billy; O, the winter winds are wondrous chilly! "Winter weather, Close together; Better marry, Milly, Billy, Billy, Milly, Two-one, one-two, Don't wait, 'twon't do, Knockety-nick, nickety-knock," Goes the kitchen clock. Winters two have gone, and where is Milly? Spring has come again, and where is Billy? "Give me credit, For I did it ; Treat me kindly, Mind you wind me. Mister Billy, Mistress Milly, My-O, O-my! By-by, by-by, Nickety-knock, cradle rock," Goes the kitchen clock. BARNYARD MELODIES. FRED EMERSON BROOKS. DELIGHTFUL change from the town's abode, You halt your team at the farmer's gate, Bow-wow-wow-wow! On either side the fat hens take leg, Cut-cut-cut-cut-da-cut! Cut-cut-cut-cut-da-cut! The rooster, shrill spokesman for the brood, And who the deuce are you? The ducks and drakes have the self-same quack,— Quack-quack-quack-quack! The turkey gobbler comes charging round Plip-gobble-obble-obble! : The hog in the trough with dirty feet, R-r-r-ough-ff!-r-r-r-ough-ff! The sow is teaching her litter of shoats : Ugh-ee! ugh-ee! ugh-ee! ugh-ee! The calf and lamb at distance dispute The right of bin with the hornèd brute; Bah! bah!-Beh-eh-eh-eh-eh! The barefoot boy, from the tender rows |