The Modern Elocutionist, Compiled and Ed. by J.A. Jennings

The Modern Elocutionist, Compiled and Ed. by J.A. Jennings

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878 edition. Excerpt: ... There's such a thing as praisin' a thing for the good that it has done. Probably you remember how rich we was that night, When we was fairly settled, an' had things snug and tight: We feel as proud as you please, Nancy, over our house that's new, But we felt as proud under this old roof, and a good deal prouder too. Never a handsomer house was seen beneath the sun: Kitchen and parlour and bedroom--we had 'em all in one; And the fat old wooden clock that we bought when we come West, Was tickin' away in the corner there, and doin' its level best. Trees was all around us, a-whisperin' cheering words; Loud was the squirrel's chatter, and sweet the songs of birds; And home grew sweeter and brighter--our courage began to mount--And things looked hearty and happy then, and work appeared to count. And here one night it happened, when things was goin' bad, We fell in a deep old quarrel--the first we ever had; And when you give out and cried, then I, like a fool, give in, And then we agreed to rub all out, and start the thing ag'in. Here it was, you remember, we sat when the day was done, And you was a-makin' clothing that wasn't for either one; And often a soft word of love I was soft enough to say, And the wolves was howlin' in the woods not twenty rods away. Then our first-born baby--a regular little joy, Though I fretted a little because it wasn't a boy: Wa'n't she a little flirt, though, with all her pouts and smiles? Why, settlers come to see that show a half-a-dozen miles. Yonder sat the cradle--a homely, home-made thing, And many a night I rocked it, providin' you would sing; And many a little squatter brought up with us to stay--And so that cradle, for many a year, was never put away. How they kept a-comin', so cunnin' and fat and small! How they...show more

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  • Paperback | 120 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 227g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236513746
  • 9781236513748