Reading as a Fine Art

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Roberts Brothers, 1879 - Elocution - 97 pages
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Page 5 - Cloth, - 5Oc. (DEDICATION.) To the Scholars of the High and Normal School. For you this sketch was written : permit me to dedicate it to you, in fact, to intrust it to your care.
Page 37 - But the reader often goes on for an hour without pause, the immobility of his body obliging him to draw all his power from his will alone. Consider, therefore, whether it is useless for him to understand the management of that precious breath which alone can carry him triumphantly and untired to the end. Here is a curious example of the science of economy applied to the breath. Take a lighted candle, stand in front of it, and sing a: the light will scarcely flicker ; but, instead of a single tone,...
Page 74 - Great profits in his fishing trade. So near came the scaly fry. They might be caught by the passer-by. But he thought he better might Wait for a better appetite; For he lived by rule, and could not eat, Except at his hours, the best of meat. Anon his appetite returned once more; So, approaching again the shore, He saw some tench taking their leaps, Now and then, from their lowest deeps. With as dainty a taste as Horace's rat, He turned away from such food as that. " What, tench for a heron ! poh...
Page 5 - High and Normal School. For you this sketch was written : permit me to dedicate it to you, in fact, to intrust it to your care. Pupils to-day, to-morrow you will be teachers; to-morrow, generation after generation of youth will pass through your guardian hands. An idea received by you must of necessity reach thousands of minds. Help me, then, to spread abroad the work in which you have some share, and allow me to add to the great pleasure of having numbered you among my hearers the still greater...
Page 65 - How many books and authors whom I admired, — whom others still admire, — failed to resist this terrible proof ! We say that a thing stares us in the face: we may, with equal justice, say that it strikes our ear. The eye runs over the page, skips tedious bits, glides over dangerous spots ! But the ear hears every thing ! The ear makes no cuts ! The ear is delicate, sensitive, and clairvoyant to a degree inconceivable by the eye.
Page 75 - For all that, said the- bird, I budge on. Ill ne'er open my beak, if the gods please, For such mean little fishes as these, He did it for less ; For it came to pass, That not another fish could he see ; And, at last, so hungry was he, That he thought it of some avail To find on the bank a single snail.
Page 73 - ONE day, — no matter when or where, A long-legged heron chanced to fare By a certain river's brink, With his long, sharp beak Helved on his slender neck ; — Twas a fish-spear, you might think. The water was clear and still, The carp and the pike there at will Pursued their silent fun, Turning up, ever and anon, A golden side to the sun. With ease might the heron have made Great profits in his fishing trade. So near came the scaly fry, They might be caught by the passer-by.
Page 77 - Andromache, she was once so deeply moved that tears flowed, not only from the eyes of all her hearers, but from her own as well. The tragedy over, one of her admirers rushed to her box, and, grasping her hand, exclaimed: 'O my dear friend, it was wonderful! It was Andromache herself! I am sure that you really felt yourself in Epirus, Hector's widow!
Page 36 - ... e, or o, — that is, at places where, his mouth being already open, he could breathe lightly and imperceptibly. We see what an immense part the breath has to play in elocutionary art ; its rules are the only inviolable ones. An actor launched on a stormy passage, carried away by passion, may forget the laws of punctuation, confound commas and periods, and hasten headlong to the conclusion of his phrase; but he must always be master of his breath, even when he seems to lose it ; an accomplished...
Page 78 - How much light the story throws upon the power of the voice! Nor was this feeling peculiar to Mme. Talma. Rachel once made a remark which I can never forget. She was speaking of having recited in the gardens at Potsdam, before the Czar of Russia...

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