For the Social Circle.

SELECTED AND ORIGINAL.

BY

JAMES CLARENCE HARVEY.

PUBLISHED BY THE CHRISTIAN HERALD. Louis Klopsch, Proprietor, BIBLE HOUSE, NEW YORK. Copyright, 1896. By Louis Klopsch.

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INTRODUCTORY NOTE.

In reading and recitation, the general tendency is to overdo. The quiet reserve force, which can be made apparent in the voice, will reach the heart and stir the soul when gesture and ranting fail. "Be bold! Be not too bold" should be the watchwords of the reciter. Self-possession, with a nervousness arising from an earnest desire to please, is the keynote to success. Never gesticulate if you can help it. When a gesture asserts itself to such an extent that you have made it before you realize it, be sure it was effective and graceful.

It is a noble ambition to wish to sway the hearts and minds of others by the subtle modulations of the voice, and only he who feels the force of what he utters can hope to accomplish his end. The thought of the author must be pursued and overtaken. The sentiments between the lines must be enlisted before the voice will lend itself, in all its glorious power, to the tones that thrill and the music that charms.

It is not always necessary to search for something your audience has never heard. It is far better to reveal hidden thought and new life in selections which are familiar.[Pg 4] The hackneyed recitation, if rendered better than ever before, will win more applause than a fresh bit carelessly studied.

Above all, use judgment in selection. The stout lady of fifty-two should avoid "Marco Bozarris" and "The Elf Child," and the young lady just home from boarding-school should not attempt the ponderous utterances of a Roman gladiator.

Care in selection; fidelity in study; wisdom in the choice of occasion; modesty in delivery; earnestness of manner and sincerity of feeling throughout, must win at last. If you make failures, trace them to a lack in some one or more of these requisites and, by experience, learn to avoid a recurrence. Orators, like poets, are "born not made," but even the born speaker will fail at times unless these laws are considered and observed. Always render an author's lines as he wrote them. The chances are ten to one that every word carries its burden of thought, even though you may not have discerned it. Err on the conservative side if in doubt. Over-enthusiasm is less easily pardoned.

Never select dialect verses or stories unless you have the unusual gift necessary to give them the piquancy and zest which attends a good imitation. Ask a dozen friends for an honest opinion on the subject and draw an average from their criticisms to guide you in your choice of selections. Don't lose[Pg 5] your temper over a severe criticism. Search carefully through your list of abilities and see if there is not, perhaps, some foundation for kindly suggestion. It is often a great assistance, in memorizing the work of another, to make a written copy, but attention should be given to the making of a perfect copy, properly punctuated.

Use the eye in memorizing.

Oftentimes a mental picture of a page will recall a line which for an instant seems about to escape you. Use the ear as well and study the effect of various modulations of voice as you rehearse in private.

Above all, use the best of your intelligence, earnestly, in studying and applying the thousand little nothings that in the aggregate make the perfect reader.

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CONTENTS.

PAGE. A Dream of the Universe. By Jean Paul Richter, 95 A Friend of the Fly, 173 After-Dinner Speech by a Frenchman, 287 America for God. By T. DeWitt Talmage, 74 An Affectionate Letter, 198 An Appeal for Liberty. By Joseph Story, 296 An Hour of Horror, 218 Annie and Willie's Prayer. By Sophia P. Snow, 275 Answered Prayers, By Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 175 An Unaccountable Mystery. By Paul Denton, 80 A Rainy Day, 260 A Reasonable Request, 194 At the Stage Door. By James Clarence Harvey, 16 At the Stamp Window, 110 Becalmed. By Samuel K. Cowan, 182 Banford's Burglar Alarm, 314 Behind Time. By Freeman Hunt, 77 Bessie Kendrick's Journey. By Mrs. Annie E. Preston, 253 Better Things, 319 Bicycle Ride. By James Clarence Harvey, 236 By Special Request. By Frank Castles, 47 Charity, 308 Cut Behind. By T. DeWitt Talmage, 14 Daughter of the Desert. By James Clarence Harvey, 65 De Pint Wid Ole Pete, 215 Destiny of Our Country. By R. C. Winthrop, 188 Eloquence, the Study of. By Cicero, 11 Emulation (Up to Date). By James Clarence Harvey, 187 [Pg 7]

Extract from Blaine's Oration on James A. Garfield, 208 Fashionable, 261 Fast Mail and the Stage. By John H. Yates, 230 Frenchman and the Landlord. Anonymous, 18 Gentle Alice Brown. By W. S. Gilbert, 149 Get Acquainted With Yourself. By R. J. Burdette, 119 God in the Constitution. By T. DeWitt Talmage, 176 Good Old Way, 207 Good Reading. By John S. Hart, L.L.D., 41 Go Vay, Becky Miller, Go Vay, 220 Guild's Signal. By Francis Bret Harte, 21 His Last Court, 104 Hornets. By Bill Nye, 70 How "Old Mose" Counted Eggs, 272 How Shall I Love You? By Will C. Ferril, 212 Imperfectus. By James Clarence Harvey, 83 In Arabia. By James Berry Bensel, 37 In the Bottom Drawer, 185 It is a Winter Night. By Richard Henry Stoddard, 221 I Wonder. By James Clarence Harvey, 159 Katrina's Visit to New York, 138 Keenan's Charge. By George P. Lathrop, 97 Kittens and Babies. By Lizzie M. Hadley, 80 Land of Our Birth. By Lillie E. Barr, 239 Legend of the Ivy. By James Clarence Harvey, 34 Let Us Give Thanks, 258 Literary Attractions of the Bible. By Dr. Hamilton, 88 Little Brown Curl, 213 Little Feet, 259

Little Jim. By George R. Sims, 118 Little White Hearse. By J. W. Riley, 121 Lullaby, 114 [Pg 8]Maid of Orleans. By J. E. Sagebeer, 144 Mark Twain and the Interviewer, 22 Mother, Home and Heaven, 56 Mother's Doughnuts. By Charles F. Adams, 87 Mother's Fool, 217 Mr. Winkle Puts on Skates. By Charles Dickens, 281 Mutation. By James Clarence Harvey, 164 My Mother's Bible. By George P. Morris, 286 New Year Ledger. By Amelia E. Barr, 39 No Objection to Children, 309 Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep, 51 Old Uncle Jake, 298 Only a Song, 235 Our Own. By Margaret E. Sangster, 76 Our Heroes Shall Live. By Henry Ward Beecher, 113 Paul Revere's Ride. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 43 Penning a Pig. By James A. Bailey, 115 Praying for Papa, 180 Praying for Shoes. By Paul Hamilton Hayne, 58 Puzzled Dutchman, 227 Queen Vashti. By T. DeWitt Talmage, 131 Rabbi and the Prince. By James Clarence Harvey, 143 Resignation. By Longfellow, 196 Resurgam. By Eben E. Rexford, 262 Roman Legend. By James Clarence Harvey, 170 Rum's Devastation and Destiny. By William Sullivan, 60 Serenade. By Thomas Hood, 129

She Cuts His Hair, 294 Shwate Kittie Kehoe. By James Clarence Harvey, 155 Since She Went Home. By R. J. Burdette, 72 Six Love Letters, 165 Speech of Patrick Henry, 160 Story of the Little Rid Hin. By Mrs. Whitney, 232 [Pg 9]Supporting the Guns, 30 The American Union. By Daniel Webster, 52 The Black Horse and His Rider. By Charles Sheppard, 290 The Book Canvasser. By Max Adeler, 264 The Children. By Charles Dickens, 306 The Children We Keep, 73 The Christmas Baby. By Will Carleton, 92 The Country's Greatest Evil, 156 The Crowded Street. By William Cullen Bryant, 252 The Dead Doll. By Margaret Vandegrift, 108 The Doorstep. By E. C. Stedman, 270 The Enchanted Shirt. By John Hay, 177 The Fatal Glass. By Laura U. Case, 137 The Fault of the Age. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 263 The Hot Axle. By T. DeWitt Talmage, 303 The Minister's Grievances, 204 The Misnomer. By Josie C. Malott, 269 The Modern Belle, 226 The Nameless Guest. By James Clarence Harvey, 112 The Old Oaken Bucket. By Samuel Woodworth, 279 The Pilot. By John B. Gough, 135 The Poppy Land Limited Express. By Edgar Wade Abbot, 55

The Prime of Life. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 29 There is a Tongue in Every Leaf, 257 There'll Be Room in Heaven, 122 The Retort Dis-courteous. By James Clarence Harvey, 125 The Teacher's Diadem, 240 The United States. By Daniel Webster, 35 The Whirling Wheel. By Tudor Jenks, 288 The Whistling Regiment. By James Clarence Harvey, 199 Tobe's Monument. By Elizabeth Kilham, 243 [Pg 10]Useful Precepts for Girls, 100 W'en de Darky am A-whis'lin'. By S. Q. Lapius, 134 We're Building Two a Day! By Rev. Alfred J. Hough, 224 What the Little Girl Said, 221 Widder Budd, 102 Wind and Sea. By Bayard Taylor, 13 Woman's Pocket. By James M. Bailey, 84 Women of Mumbles Head. By Clement Scott, 190 Young America, 153 Zenobia's Defence. By William Ware, 126

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THE STUDY OF ELOQUENCE.

BY CICERO.

I cannot conceive anything more excellent, than to be able, by language, to captivate the affections, to charm the understanding, and to impel or restrain the will of whole assemblies, at pleasure. Among every free people, especially in peaceful, settled governments, this single art has always eminently flourished, and always exercised the greatest sway. For what can be more surprising than that, amidst an infinite multitude, one man should appear, who shall be the only, or almost the only man capable of doing what Nature has put in every man's power? Or, can anything impart such exquisite pleasure to the ear and to the intellect, as a speech in which the wisdom and dignity of the sentiments are heightened by the utmost force and beauty of expression?

Is there anything so commanding, so grand, as that the eloquence of one man should direct the inclinations of the people,[Pg 12] the consciences of judges, and the majesty of senates? Nay, farther, can aught be esteemed so great, so generous, so public-spirited, as to assist the suppliant, to rear the prostrate, to communicate happiness, to avert danger, and to save a fellow-citizen from exile? Can anything be so necessary, as to keep those arms always in readiness, with which you may defend yourself, attack the profligate, and redress your own, or your country's wrongs?

But let us consider this accomplishment as detached from public business, and from its wonderful efficacy in popular assemblies, at the bar, and in the senate; can anything be more agreeable, or more endearing in private life, than elegant language? For the great characteristic of our nature, and what eminently distinguishes us from brutes, is the faculty of social conversation, the power of expressing our thoughts and sentiments by words. To excel mankind, therefore, in the exercise of that very talent which gives them the preference to the brute creation, is what everybody must not only admire, but look upon as the just object of the most indefatigable pursuit.

And now, to mention the chief point of all, what other power could have been of sufficient efficacy to bring together the vagrant individuals of the human race; to tame their savage manners, to reconcile them to[Pg 13] social life; and, after cities were founded, to mark out laws, forms, and constitutions, for their government?—Let me, in a few words, sum up this almost boundless subject. I lay it down as a maxim, that upon the wisdom and abilities of an accomplished orator, not only his own dignity, but the welfare of vast numbers of individuals, and even of the whole state, must greatly depend.

THE WIND AND THE SEA.

BY BAYARD TAYLOR.

CUT BEHIND.

BY T. DE WITT TALMAGE.

The scene opens on a clear, crisp morning. Two boys are running to get on the back of a carriage, whose wheels are spinning along the road. One of the boys, with a quick spring, succeeds. The other leaps, but fails, and falls on the part of the body where it is most appropriate to fall. No sooner has he struck the ground than he shouts to the driver of the carriage, "Cut behind!"

Human nature is the same in boy as in man—all running to gain the vehicle of success. Some are spry, and gain that for which they strive. Others are slow, and tumble down; they who fall crying out against those who mount, "Cut behind!"

A political office rolls past. A multitude spring to their feet, and the race is on. Only one of all the number reaches that for which he runs. No sooner does he gain the prize,[Pg 15] and begin to wipe the sweat from his brow, and think how grand a thing it is to ride in popular preferment, than the disappointed candidates cry out, "Incompetency! Stupidity! Fraud! Now let the newspapers of the other political party 'cut behind.'"

There is a golden chariot of wealth rolling down the street. A thousand people are trying to catch it. They run, they jostle; they tread on each other. Push, and pull, and tug. Those talk most against riches who cannot get there. Clear the track for the racers! One of the thousand reaches the golden prize and mounts. Forthwith the air is full of cries, "Got it by fraud! Shoddy! Petroleum aristocracy! His father was a rag-picker! His mother was a washer-woman! I knew him when he blacked his own shoes! Pitch him off the back part of the golden chariot! Cut behind! cut behind!"

In many eyes success is a crime. "I do not like you," said the snow-flake to the snow-bird. "Why?" said the snow-bird. "Because," said the snow-flake, "you are going up and I am going down."

We have to state that the man in the carriage, on the crisp morning, though he had a long lash-whip, with which he could have made the climbing boy yell most lustily, did not cut behind. He heard the shout in the rear, and said, "Good morning, my son.[Pg 16] That is right; climb over and sit by me. Here are the reins; take hold and drive; was a boy myself once, and know what tickles youngsters."

Thank God, there are so many in the world that never "cut behind," but are ready to give a fellow a ride whenever he wants it. There are hundreds of people whose chief joy it is to help others on. Now it is a smile, now a good word, now ten dollars. When such a kind man has ridden to the end of the earthly road, it will be pleasant to hang up the whip with which he drove the enterprises of a lifetime, and feel that with it he never "cut behind" at those who were struggling.

AT THE STAGE DOOR.

BY JAMES CLARENCE HARVEY.

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THE FRENCHMAN AND THE LANDLORD.

ANONYMOUS.

A shrewd and wealthy old landlord, away down in Maine, is noted for driving his "sharp bargains," by which he has amassed a large amount of property. He is the owner of a large number of dwelling-houses, and it is said of him that he is not over-scrupulous of his rental charges, whenever he can find a customer whom he knows to be responsible. His object is to lease his house for a term of years to the best tenants, and get the uttermost farthing in the shape of rent.

A diminutive Frenchman called on him last winter, to hire a dwelling he owned in Portland, and which had long remained empty. References were given, and the landlord, ascertaining that the tenant was a man "after his own heart," immediately commenced to "Jew" him. He found that the tenement appeared to suit the Frenchman, and he placed an exorbitant price upon it; the leases were drawn and duly executed, and the tenant removed into his new quarters.

Upon kindling fires in the house, it was found that the chimneys wouldn't "draw," and the building was filled with smoke. The window-sashes rattled in the wind at[Pg 19] night, and the cold air rushed through a hundred crevices about the house until now unnoticed. The snow melted upon the roof, and the attics were drenched from the leakage. The rain pelted, and our Frenchman found a "natural" bathroom upon the second floor—but the lease was signed and the landlord chuckled.

"I have been vat you sall call 'tuck in,' vis zis maison," muttered our victim to himself a week afterwards, "but n'importe, ve sal se vat ve sal see."

Next morning he arose bright and early, and passing down he encountered the landlord.

"Ah ha!—Bon jour, monsieur," said he in his happiest manner.

"Good day, sir. How do you like your house?"

"Ah monsieur—elegant, beautiful, magnificent. Eh bien, monsieur, I have ze one regret!"

"Ah! What is that?"

"I sal live in zat house but tree little year."

"How so?"

"I have find by vot you call ze lease, zat you have give me ze house but for tree year, and I ver mooch sorrow for zat."

"But you can have it longer if you wish—"

"Ah, monsieur, sal be ver mooch glad if I can have zat house so long as I please—eh—monsieur?"[Pg 20]

"Oh, certainly, certainly, sir."

"Tres bien, monsieur! I sal valk rite to your offees, and you sal give me vot you call ze lease for that maison jes so long as I sal vant the house. Eh, monsieur?"

"Certainly, sir. You can stay there your lifetime, if you like."

"Ah, monsieur—I have ver mooch tanks for zis accommodation."

The old lease was destroyed and a new one was delivered in form to the French gentleman, giving him possession of the premises for "such a period as the lessee may desire the same, he paying the rent promptly, etc."

The next morning our crafty landlord was passing the house just as the French-man's last load of furniture was being started from the door; an hour afterward, a messenger called on him with a legal tender, for the rent for eight days, accompanied with a note as follows:

"Monsieur—I have been smoke—I have been drouned—I have been frees to death, in ze house vat I av hire of you for ze period as I may desire. I have stay in ze house jes so long as I please, and ze bearer of zis vill give you ze key! Bon jour, monsieur."

It is needless to add that our landlord has never since been known to give up "a bird in the hand for one in the bush."

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GUILD'S SIGNAL.

BY FRANCIS BRET HARTE, 1839.