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GEM-BOOK OF BRITISH AUTHORS :
A Selection of Pieces adapted for Public Recitation,
OR PRIVATE READING,
SHAKSPEARE, MILTON, YOUNG, ADDISON, HOOD, CAMPBELL,
POPE, BURNS, SCOTT, BYRON, SOUTHEY, GRAY, &c. &c.
Edited by A. Tunninghaw.
51, & 52, PATERNOSTER ROW.
117 Frugal Merchant, The- from The
Battle of Flodden Field, The-Sir W.
Gertrude Von der Wart.-—Mrs. Hemans 43
Casabianca. Mrs. Hemans
70 Hamlet's Soliloquy, Young England's
Version of.-J. O.
Chamois Hunter, The-M. F. Tupper 135 Hotspur's Speech to Henry IV.-
16, 84 John of Procida, Scene from, Sheridan
Duel, The-from Handy Andy.-Lover 32 Legend of Lurley, The—Albert Smith 155
Logan, the Mingo Chief.— Jefferson 160 , Roland Græme.—Cunningham
167 | Samson on his Loss of Sight.--Milton 6
80 Soldier's Dream, A--Richardson 28
160 Bacchus. After Shakspere.-W. G. 138
98 Soot and Sentiment.-From “ Punch" 11
22 Three Weeks After Marriage, Scene
86 Threatened Invasion, On the-Hall,.. 137
162 Unpaid Puff for the Lawyers, An 74
134 Washing Day.—Anonymous ............. 109
73 Water Gueuse, The-Anonymous 185
48 Wife to her husband, The-Sunda
THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST.
SCENE FROM "THE RIVALS."
Sheridan. Enter Sır Lucius O’Trigger and ACRES, with pistols. Acres. By my valour; then, Sir Lucius, forty yards is a good distance. Odds levels and aims !-I say it is a good distance. Sir Lucius. Is it for muskets or small field pieces ?
Upon my conscience, Mr. Acres, you must leave those things to me.--Stay now
-I'll show you.-[Measures paces along the stage.] There now, that is a very pretty distance—a pretty gentleman's distance.
Acres. Zounds! we might as well fight in a sentry-box! I tell you, Sir Lucius, the farther he is off, the cooler I shall take my aim.
Sir Lucius. Faith! then I suppose you would aim at him best of all if he was out of sight!
Acres. No, Sir Lucius ; but I should think forty, or eight-andthirty yards
Sir Lucius. Pho! pho! nonsense! three or four feet between the mouths of your pistols is as good as a mile.
Acres. Odds bullets, no !—by my valour! there is no merit in killing him so near: do, my dear Sir Lucius, let me bring him down at a long shot :-a long shot, Sir Lucius, if you love me!
Sir Lucius. Well, the gentleman's friend and I must settle that. — But tell me now, Mr. Acres, in case of an accident, is there any
little will or commission I could execute for
Acres. I am much obliged to you, Sir Lucius—but I don't understand
Sir Lucius. Why, you may think there's no being shot at without a little risk—and if an unlucky bullet should carry a quietus with it I say it will be no time then to be bothering you about family matters.
Acres. A quietus !