The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-07-21

Is now an accent of emotion in the voice.
though still soft and gentle. The Greek
statue begins to move. There is life In the
limbs. There has been a lamp klndled
somewhere behind the clear and trans
parent blue eyes. The flexible muscles OF
the lace nave come 10 life now. still there
nerves OF the audience is like that OF a
gentle nurse. The atmosphere is that OF a
May morning There is no perfume but
that or roses and lilies. But still. gentiy
at first, the warmer feelings are kindled in
the hearts Of the speaker and hearers The
frame OF the speaker Is transfigured. Ine
trembling hands are lifted high In air: Inc
rich, sweet voice fills the vast audiehce
hambe with its resonant tones. AT last.
the Dugle, the trumpet, the imperial clarion
rings out full and clear. and the vast audi
ence is transported 10 another world had
almost SAID as 10 a seventh heaven. hedu
the welcome to Lafayette or the close OF the
OF the peoples love. Read the close of the
Grafton on Washington. Read the contrast
OF washington and Marlborough. Read the
beautiful passage where, just before the
ocean cable was laid. the rich fancy OF
the speaker describes:
The thoughts that We think up here on
the earths surface in the cheerful light OF
day-clothing themselves with elemental
sparks, and shooting with fiery speed in a
moment, in the twinkling of an eye. from
hemisphere TO hemisphere, far down among
the uncouth monsters that wallow in the
neither seas, along the wreck-paved moor,
through the oozy dungeons OF the rayless
deep, the last intelligence or the crops,
whose dancing tassels will in a few months
be coquetting with the west wind on those
boundless prairies. flashing along the shiny
decks OF old sunken galleons, which have
been rotting for ages; messages OF friend
ship and love, from warm, living bosoms
burn over the cold green bones of men and
women, whose hearts. once as fond as ours,
burst as the eternal CULTS closed and roared
over them, centuries ago" Read the pas
sage in the eulogy on Choate. where he
describes him arming himself in the entire
panoply Of his gorgeous rhetoric-and you
Will get some far-away conception or the
power of this magician.
One thing especially distinguishes our
modern orator from the writer in the clos
ct, where he writes solely for his readers,
or where he has prepared his speeches be-
~forehand-that is. the influence of the au-
dience upon him. There is nothing like it
as a stimulant to every faculty, not only
imagination, and zeal, and reason, but es-
pecially, as every experienced speaker
knows, memory also. Everything needed
seems to come out from the secret store
have lain there forgotten, rusting and un-
used. Mr.. Everett describes this IN a mas
terly passage in his Life of Webster.
Gladstone states it in a few fine SEN
fences:
THE work of the orator. from its very
up with practice. 1t is cast in the mold
offered to him by the mind of his hearers.
1t is an influence principally received from
his audience $50 TO speak) in Vapor, winch
he pours back upon them in a flood. The
sympathy and concurrence of his time Is
work. He cannot follow nor frame ideals;
his choice is to be what his age would nave
him, what il requires in order to be moved
by him, or else not 10 be at all"