THE ART OF ELOCUTION.

Manawatu Herald, Volume L, Issue 40017, 31 October 1929, Page 1

THE ART OF ELOCUTION.

The noble songs of noble deeds of ' bravery and glory Are much enhanced if 'they’re declaimed with stirring oratory. I love sonorous words that roll like billows o’er the seas; These I recite like Cicero or like ■Demosthenes. , And so from every poem what is ' worthy I select; , I use the phrases ,1 like best, the othetrs I reject; And thus, I claim, that I have found. ’ the logical solution Of difficulties that attend the art of elocution. I Whence comes these shrieks so wild and shrill? Across the sand o’Dee? 1.0 I will stand at thy light Band i and keep the bridge with thee! For this was Tell a hero? For this did Gessler die? “The cure is come upon me!” said ■ the Spider to the Fly. When Britain first at Heaven’s command said, “Botswain, do not tnft'ry; The despot’s heel is on the shore and while ye may go marry.” Let the dogs delight to bank and bite the British Grenadiers, Lars Porscna of Olusium lay dying in Algiers! Old Grimes is dead! Ring out wild bells! And shall tTrelawney die ? Then twenty thousand Oornishmen are coinin’ through the rye! The Blessed Damozel leaned out,. — she was eight years old, she said! Lord Level stood at his castle gate when all hut him had fled. l,Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! Only Ihree grains of corn! Stay, Lady stay! for mercy sake! and wind the bugle horn. The glittering knife descends—de-

scends—Hark, hark the focman’s cry! The world is all n fleeting show! said Gilpin, “So am I!” The sea! Ithe sea! the open sea! 801 l on, roll on, thou deep! ~\raxwolton braes are bonny, 'but Macbeth! hath murdered sleep! Answer me, burning shades of night! what’s Hecuba to me? Alone stood brave Horatius! ‘The boy—oh, where was he? lOarolyn Wells in “Harper’s” Magazine.