colorization. While this is exceedingly important, it is no more so than all other steps in the Grammar of the Spoken Word. It is an identification of the speaker with the author's understanding and feelings. HUSKS Mrs. Wellington. "Why is it, that Life has a depth and a fulness A wealth and a richness, and beautiful sparkle for some happy souls, While others find only the husks? And truly for some, Life's a strain of rich music, An echo so joyous of notes glad and cheery That they scarce ever dream of the thousands, Who get but the husks. Why is it that Love sheds its daintiest halo To the sweetest of idyls And floods us with joy-dreams, While thousands are finding but husks. Then if we would make life A beautiful picture all flashing and sparkling 'Mid radiance of sun-light 'Tis e'en but our choice to make gladness, Or get but the husks." "Oh, somewhere, somewhere, God unknown, exist and be! Myers. "Could you come back to me, Douglas, Douglas, I would be so faithful, so loving, Douglas, Stretch out your hand to me, Douglas, Douglas, As I lay my hand on your dead heart, Douglas, Mrs. Craik. FROM OTHELLO "Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used Their dearest action in the tented field; And little more of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration and what mighty magic For such proceeding I am charged withal Somewhere a hand hath worthy action done,- Somewhere 'mid chaos and despair, prayers were breathed; Somewhere an answer to a breaking heart bequeathed; Somewhere sin's sword was crushed,-its harm forever sheathed, Somewhere, aye, somewhere. Somewhere in thy life, this somewhere's bound to be, Somewhere, a worthy deed will be for thy hand, Somewhere, sometime 'twill heal heart's severed bandSomewhere, thy sin will cease, for aye, at thy command SOMEWHERE, AYE, SOMEWHERE. VI. Rhythm Rhythm is the value shower. As each idea is weighted or freighted, thus it will move. As it has little or no thought or feeling, it will rattle on like an empty wagon or a shallow brook. Whereas, the idea weighted with thought and feeling, a part of one's very being, will roll forth into the realm of understanding as a freighted wagon upon the ground or a loaded vessel upon the high seas. THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE AT BALAKLAVA Alfred Tennyson. Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Poet. Born 1809, in England. Balaklava is a small Greek fishing village with 700 inhabitants in the Crimea. During the "Crimean War" between France, England and Turkey on the one side and Russia on the other, it was the scene of the famous cavalry charge described below, on the 25th of October, 1854. Who it was that "had blundered" will never be known. Lord Raglan, commander of the British Army, denied that he gave the order. Lord Lucan, the cavalry commander, said that he received the order from Capt. Nolan of Lord Raglan's staff. Capt. Nolan was killed in the charge. Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, Into the valley of Death "Forward, the Light Brigade!" Cannon to right of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabres bare, All the world wondered: Plunged in the battery-smoke Cossack and Russian Reeled from the sabre-stroke Cannon to right of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, When can their glory fade? Noble six hundred! |