But woe is me for the voices, male and
female, that you so often hear in New England,--the harsh, strident
voices, the monotonous, cranky, yanky, filing, rasping voices, without
modulation, all rise and no fall, a monotonous discord, no soul, no
feeling, and no counterfeit of it, loud, positive, angular, and awful.
Indeed, I do not see how we New-Englanders are ever to rid ourselves of
the reproach of our voices. The number of people who speak well is not
large enough materially to influence the rest. Teachers do not teach
speaking in school,--they certainly did not in my day, and I have no
reason to suppose from results that they do now,--and parents do not
teach it at home, for the simple reason, I suppose, that they do not
know it themselves. We can all perceive the discord; but how to produce
concord, that is the question. This one thing, however, is practicable
if sweetness cannot be increased, volume can be diminished. If you
cannot make the right kind of noise, you can at least make as little as
possible of the wrong kind. Often the discord extends to manners.
Public conveyances and public places produce so many girls who are not
gentle, retiring, shady, attractive. They are flingy and sharp and
saucy, without being piquant. They take on airs without having the
beauty or the brilliancy which alone makes airs delightful. They
agonize to make an impression, and they make it, but not always in the
line of their intent. Setting out to be picturesque, they become
uncouth. They are ridiculous when they mean to be interesting, and
silly when they try to be playful. If they would only leave off
attitudinizing, one would be appeased. It may not be possible to
acquire agreeable manners, any more than a pleasant voice; but it is
possible to be quiet. But no suspicion of defect seems ever to have
penetrated the bosoms of such girls. They act as if they thought
attention was admiration. Levity they mistake for vivacity.
Peevishness is elegance. Boldness is dignity. Rudeness is savoir faire
Boisterousness is their vulgate for youthful high spirits.
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