Charlemont; Or, The Pride of the Village. a Tale of KentuckySimms, William Gilmore
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Charlemont; Or, The Pride of the Village. a Tale of Kentucky
Simms, William Gilmore
Kentucky -- Fiction
“My voice was taught by various exercises to be slow or rapid, soft
or strong, harsh or musical, by the most sudden, yet unnoticeable
transitions. I practised all the arts, which are recommended by
elocutionists for this purpose, I rumbled my eloquence standing on
the seashore, up to my middle in the breakers. I ran, roaring up steep
hills--I stretched myself at length by the side of meandering brooks,
or in slumberous forests of pine, and sought, by the merest whispers, to
express myself with distinctness and melody. But there was something yet
more requisite than these, and this was language. My labors to obtain
all the arts of utterance did not seem less successful. I could dilate
with singular fluency, with classical propriety, and great natural
vigor of expression. I studied directness of expression by a frequent
intercourse with men of business, and examined, with the nicest urgency,
the particular characteristics of those of my own profession who were
most remarkable for their plain, forcible speaking. I say nothing of my
studies of such great masters in discourse and philosophy, as Milton,
Shakspere, Homer, Lord Bacon, and the great English divines. As a model
of pure English the Bible was a daily study of two hours; and from this
noble well of vernacular eloquence, I gathered--so I fancied--no small
portion of its quaint expressive vigor, its stern emphasis, its golden
and choice phrases of illustration. Never did a young lawyer go into the
forum more thoroughly clad in proof, or with a better armory as well for
defence as attack.”
“You did not fail, sir?” exclaimed the youth with a painful expression
of eager anxiety upon his countenance.
“I did fail--fail altogether! In the first effort to speak, I fainted,
and was carried lifeless from the court-room.”
The old man covered his face with his hands, for a few moments, to
conceal the expression of pain and mortification which memory continued
to renew in utter despite of time. The young man's hand rested
affectionately on his shoulder. A few moments sufficed to enable the
former to renew his narrative.
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