IX. NECESSITY OF ORAL RENDITION 133 X. ACTIONS OF MIND AND VOICE 147 XI. ACTIONS OF MIND AND BODY 172 XII. THE MONOLOGUE AND METRE 195 XIII. DIALECT 222 XIV. PROPERTIES 230 XV. FAULTS IN RENDERING A MONOLOGUE 241 XVI. IMPORTANCE OF THE MONOLOGUE 248 XVII. SOME TYPICAL MONOLOGUES FROM BROWNING 265 INDEX 305 PART I THE MONOLOGUE AS A DRAMATIC FORM I. A NEW LITERARY FORM Why were the poems of Robert Browning so long unread? Why was his real message or spirit understood by few forty years after he began to write? The story is told that Douglas Jerrold, when recovering from a serious illness, opened a copy of "Sordello," which was among some new books sent to him by a friend. Sentence after sentence brought no consecutive thought, and at last it dawned upon him that perhaps his sickness had wrecked his mental faculties, and he sank back on the sofa, overwhelmed with dismay. Just then his wife and sister entered and, thrusting the book into their hands, he eagerly demanded what they thought of it. He watched them intently, and when at last Mrs. Jerrold exclaimed, "I do not understand what this man means," Jerrold uttered a cry of relief, "Thank God, I am not an idiot!" Browning, while protesting that he was not obscure, used to tell this story with great enjoyment. What was the chief cause of the almost universal failure to understand Browning? Many reasons are assigned. His themes were such as had never before been found in poetry, his allusions and illustrations so unfamiliar as to presuppose wide knowledge on the part of the reader; he had a very concise and abrupt way of stating things. Yet, after all, were these the chief causes? Was he not obscure because he had chosen a new or unusual dramatic form? Nearly every one of his poems is written in the form of a monologue, which, according to Professor Johnson, "may be termed a novelty of invention in Browning." Hence, to the average man of a generation ago, Browning's poems were written in almost a new language. This secret of the difficulty of appreciating Browning is not even yet fully realized. There are many "Introductions" to his poems and some valuable works on his life, yet nowhere can we find an adequate discussion of his dramatic form, its nature, and the influence it has exerted upon modern poetry. Let us endeavor to take the point of view of the average man who opened one of Browning's volumes when first published; or let us imagine the feeling of an ordinary reader to-day on first chancing upon such a poem as "The Patriot."