<h3><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></SPAN>CHAPTER XIII</h3>
<h4>VOICE CHARM</h4>
<p>A cheerful temper joined with innocence will make beauty
attractive, knowledge delightful, and wit good-natured.</p>
<p class='author'>—<span class="smcap">Joseph Addison</span>, <i>The Tattler</i>.</p>
<p>Poe said that "the tone of beauty is sadness," but he was evidently
thinking from cause to effect, not contrariwise, for sadness is rarely a
producer of beauty—that is peculiarly the province of joy.</p>
<p>The exquisite beauty of a sunset is not exhilarating but tends to a sort
of melancholy that is not far from delight The haunting beauty of deep,
quiet music holds more than a tinge of sadness. The lovely minor
cadences of bird song at twilight are almost depressing.</p>
<p>The reason we are affected to sadness by certain forms of placid beauty
is twofold: movement is stimulating and joy-producing, while quietude
leads to reflection, and reflection in turn often brings out the tone of
regretful longing for that which is past; secondly, quiet beauty
produces a vague aspiration for the relatively unattainable, yet does
not stimulate to the tremendous effort necessary to make the dimly
desired state or object ours.</p>
<p>We must distinguish, for these reasons, between the sadness of beauty
and the joy of beauty. True, joy is a deep, inner thing and takes in
much more than the idea of bounding, sanguine spirits, for it includes a
certain active contentedness of heart. In this chapter, however <SPAN name="Page_135" id="Page_135"></SPAN>the
word will have its optimistic, exuberant connotation—we are thinking
now of vivid, bright-eyed, laughing joy.</p>
<p>Musical, joyous tones constitute voice charm, a subtle magnetism that is
delightfully contagious. Now it might seem to the desultory reader that
to take the lancet and cut into this alluring voice quality would be to
dissect a butterfly wing and so destroy its charm. Yet how can we induce
an effect if we are not certain as to the cause?</p>
<p><span class="u"><i>Nasal Resonance Produces the Bell-tones of the Voice</i></span></p>
<p>The tone passages of the nose must be kept entirely free for the bright
tones of voice—and after our warning in the preceding chapter you will
not confuse what is popularly and erroneously called a "nasal" tone with
the true nasal quality, which is so well illustrated by the voice work
of trained French singers and speakers.</p>
<p>To develop nasal resonance sing the following, dwelling as long as
possible on the <i>ng</i> sounds. Pitch the voice in the nasal cavity.
Practise both in high and low registers, and develop range—<i>with
brightness</i>.</p>
<p>Sing-song. Ding-dong. Hong-kong. Long-thong.</p>
<p>Practise in the falsetto voice develops a bright quality in the normal
speaking-voice. Try the following, and any other selections you choose,
in a falsetto voice. A man's falsetto voice is extremely high and
womanish, so men should not practise in falsetto after the exercise
becomes tiresome.</p>
<p>She perfectly scorned the best of his clan, and declared the
ninth of any man, a perfectly vulgar fraction.</p>
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<p>The actress Mary Anderson asked the poet Longfellow what she could do to
improve her voice. He replied, "Read aloud daily, joyous, lyric poetry."</p>
<p>The joyous tones are the bright tones. Develop them by exercise.
Practise your voice exercises in an attitude of joy. Under the influence
of pleasure the body expands, the tone passages open, the action of
heart and lungs is accelerated, and all the primary conditions for good
tone are established.</p>
<p>More songs float out from the broken windows of the negro cabins in the
South than from the palatial homes on Fifth Avenue. Henry Ward Beecher
said the happiest days of his life were not when he had become an
international character, but when he was an unknown minister out in
Lawrenceville, Ohio, sweeping his own church, and working as a carpenter
to help pay the grocer. Happiness is largely an attitude of mind, of
viewing life from the right angle. The optimistic attitude can be
cultivated, and it will express itself in voice charm. A telephone
company recently placarded this motto in their booths: "The Voice with
the Smile Wins." It does. Try it.</p>
<p>Reading joyous prose, or lyric poetry, will help put smile and joy of
soul into your voice. The following selections are excellent for
practise.</p>
<p><i>REMEMBER</i> that when you first practise these classics you are to give
sole attention to two things: a joyous attitude of heart and body, and
bright tones of voice. After these ends have been attained to your
satisfaction, carefully review the principles of public speaking laid
<SPAN name="Page_137" id="Page_137"></SPAN>down in the preceding chapters and put them into practise as you read
these passages again and again. <i>It would be better to commit each
selection to memory.</i></p>
<h3>SELECTIONS FOR PRACTISE</h3>
<h4><i>FROM MILTON'S "L'ALLEGRO"</i></h4>
<span class="i8">Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Jest, and youthful Jollity,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Nods and Becks, and wreathèd Smiles,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And love to live in dimple sleek,—<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Sport that wrinkled Care derides,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And Laughter holding both his sides.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Come, and trip it as ye go<br/></span>
<span class="i8">On the light fantastic toe;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And in thy right hand lead with thee<br/></span>
<span class="i8">The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty:<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And, if I give thee honor due,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Mirth, admit me of thy crew,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">To live with her, and live with thee,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">In unreprovèd pleasures free;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">To hear the lark begin his flight,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And singing, startle the dull Night<br/></span>
<span class="i8">From his watch-tower in the skies,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Till the dappled Dawn doth rise;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Then to come in spite of sorrow,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And at my window bid good-morrow<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Through the sweetbrier, or the vine,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Or the twisted eglantine;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">While the cock with lively din<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Scatters the rear of darkness thin,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And to the stack, or the barn-door,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Stoutly struts his dames before;<br/></span>
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<span class="i8">Oft listening how the hounds and horn<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Cheerly rouse the slumbering Morn,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">From the side of some hoar hill,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Through the high wood echoing shrill;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Sometime walking, not unseen,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Right against the eastern gate,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Where the great Sun begins his state,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Robed in flames and amber light,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">The clouds in thousand liveries dight,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">While the plowman near at hand<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Whistles o'er the furrowed land,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And the milkmaid singing blithe,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And the mower whets his scythe,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And every shepherd tells his tale,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Under the hawthorn in the dale.<br/></span>
<h4><i>THE SEA</i></h4>
<span class="i8">The sea, the sea, the open sea,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">The blue, the fresh, the fever free;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Without a mark, without a bound,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">It runneth the earth's wide regions round;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Or like a cradled creature lies.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">I'm on the sea, I'm on the sea,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">I am where I would ever be,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">With the blue above and the blue below,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And silence wheresoe'er I go.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">If a storm should come and awake the deep,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">What matter? I shall ride and sleep.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">I love, oh! how I love to ride<br/></span>
<span class="i8">On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Where every mad wave drowns the moon,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And whistles aloft its tempest tune,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And tells how goeth the world below,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And why the southwest wind doth blow!<br/></span>
<span class="i8">I never was on the dull, tame shore<br/></span><p><SPAN name="Page_139" id="Page_139"></SPAN></p>
<span class="i8">But I loved the great sea more and more,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And backward flew to her billowy breast,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Like a bird that seeketh her mother's nest,—<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And a mother she was and is to me,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">For I was born on the open sea.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">The waves were white, and red the morn,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">In the noisy hour when I was born;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">The whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And never was heard such an outcry wild,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">As welcomed to life the ocean child.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">I have lived, since then, in calm and strife,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Full fifty summers a rover's life,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">With wealth to spend, and a power to range,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">But never have sought or sighed for change:<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And death, whenever he comes to me,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Shall come on the wide, unbounded sea!<br/></span>
<p class='author'>—<span class="smcap">Barry Cornwall</span>.</p>
<p>The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the
wide world's joy. The lonely pine upon the mountain-top waves
its sombre boughs, and cries, "Thou art my sun." And the little
meadow violet lifts its cup of blue, and whispers with its
perfumed breath, "Thou art my sun." And the grain in a thousand
fields rustles in the wind, and makes answer, "Thou art my sun."
And so God sits effulgent in Heaven, not for a favored few, but
for the universe of life; and there is no creature so poor or so
low that he may not look up with child-like confidence and say,
"My Father! Thou art mine."—<span class="smcap">Henry Ward Beecher</span>.</p>
<h4><i>THE LARK</i></h4>
<span class="i10">Bird of the wilderness,<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Blithesome and cumberless,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea!<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Emblem of happiness,<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Blest is thy dwelling-place:<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Oh, to abide in the desert with thee!<br/></span><p><SPAN name="Page_140" id="Page_140"></SPAN></p>
<span class="i10">Wild is thy lay, and loud,<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Far in the downy cloud,—<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Love gives it energy; love gave it birth.<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Where, on thy dewy wing<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Where art thou journeying?<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Thy lay is in heaven; thy love is on earth.<br/></span>
<span class="i10">O'er fell and fountain sheen,<br/></span>
<span class="i10">O'er moor and mountain green,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">O'er the red streamer that heralds the day;<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Over the cloudlet dim,<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Over the rainbow's rim,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Musical cherub, soar, singing, away!<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Then, when the gloaming comes,<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Low in the heather blooms,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be!<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Emblem of happiness,<br/></span>
<span class="i10">Blest is thy dwelling-place.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Oh, to abide in the desert with thee! <br/></span>
<p class='author'>—<span class="smcap">James Hogg</span>.</p>
<p>In joyous conversation there is an elastic touch, a delicate stroke,
upon the central ideas, generally following a pause. This elastic touch
adds vivacity to the voice. If you try repeatedly, it can be sensed by
feeling the tongue strike the teeth. The entire absence of elastic touch
in the voice can be observed in the thick tongue of the intoxicated man.
Try to talk with the tongue lying still in the bottom of the mouth, and
you will obtain largely the same effect. Vivacity of utterance is gained
by using the tongue to strike off the emphatic idea with a decisive,
elastic touch.</p>
<p>Deliver the following with decisive strokes on the emphatic ideas.
Deliver it in a vivacious manner, noting the elastic touch-action of the
tongue. A flexible, <SPAN name="Page_141" id="Page_141"></SPAN>responsive tongue is absolutely essential to good
voice work.</p>
<p><i>FROM NAPOLEON'S ADDRESS TO THE DIRECTORY ON HIS RETURN FROM EGYPT</i></p>
<p>What have you done with that brilliant France which I left you?
I left you at peace, and I find you at war. I left you
victorious and I find you defeated. I left you the millions of
Italy, and I find only spoliation and poverty. What have you
done with the hundred thousand Frenchmen, my companions in
glory? They are dead!... This state of affairs cannot last long;
in less than three years it would plunge us into despotism.</p>
<p>Practise the following selection, for the development of elastic touch;
say it in a joyous spirit, using the exercise to develop voice charm in
<i>all</i> the ways suggested in this chapter.</p>
<h4><i>THE BROOK</i></h4>
<span class="i8">I come from haunts of coot and hern,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">I make a sudden sally,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And sparkle out among the fern,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">To bicker down a valley.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">By thirty hills I hurry down,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">Or slip between the ridges;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">By twenty thorps, a little town,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">And half a hundred bridges.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">Till last by Philip's farm I flow<br/></span>
<span class="i9">To join the brimming river;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">For men may come and men may go,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">But I go on forever.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">I chatter over stony ways,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">In little sharps and trebles,<br/></span><p><SPAN name="Page_142" id="Page_142"></SPAN></p>
<span class="i8">I bubble into eddying bays,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">I babble on the pebbles.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">With many a curve my banks I fret,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">By many a field and fallow,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And many a fairy foreland set<br/></span>
<span class="i9">With willow-weed and mallow.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">I chatter, chatter, as I flow<br/></span>
<span class="i9">To join the brimming river;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">For men may come and men may go,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">But I go on forever.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">I wind about, and in and out,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">With here a blossom sailing,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And here and there a lusty trout,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">And here and there a grayling,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And here and there a foamy flake<br/></span>
<span class="i9">Upon me, as I travel,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">With many a silvery water-break<br/></span>
<span class="i9">Above the golden gravel,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And draw them all along, and flow<br/></span>
<span class="i9">To join the brimming river,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">For men may come and men may go,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">But I go on forever.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">I steal by lawns and grassy plots,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">I slide by hazel covers,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">I move the sweet forget-me-nots<br/></span>
<span class="i9">That grow for happy lovers.<br/></span>
<span class="i8">I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">Among my skimming swallows;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">I make the netted sunbeam dance<br/></span>
<span class="i9">Against my sandy shallows,<br/></span>
<span class="i8">I murmur under moon and stars<br/></span>
<span class="i9">In brambly wildernesses,<br/></span><SPAN name="Page_143" id="Page_143"></SPAN>
<span class="i8">I linger by my shingly bars,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">I loiter round my cresses;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">And out again I curve and flow<br/></span>
<span class="i9">To join the brimming river;<br/></span>
<span class="i8">For men may come and men may go,<br/></span>
<span class="i9">But I go on forever. <br/></span>
<p class='author'>—<span class="smcap">Alfred Tennyson</span>.</p>
<p>The children at play on the street, glad from sheer physical vitality,
display a resonance and charm in their voices quite different from the
voices that float through the silent halls of the hospitals. A skilled
physician can tell much about his patient's condition from the mere
sound of the voice. Failing health, or even physical weariness, tells
through the voice. It is always well to rest and be entirely refreshed
before attempting to deliver a public address. As to health, neither
scope nor space permits us to discuss here the laws of hygiene. There
are many excellent books on this subject. In the reign of the Roman
emperor Tiberius, one senator wrote to another: "To the wise, a word is
sufficient."</p>
<p>"The apparel oft proclaims the man;" the voice always does—it is one of
the greatest revealers of character. The superficial woman, the brutish
man, the reprobate, the person of culture, often discloses inner nature
in the voice, for even the cleverest dissembler cannot entirely prevent
its tones and qualities being affected by the slightest change of
thought or emotion. In anger it becomes high, harsh, and unpleasant; in
love low, soft, and melodious—the variations are as limitless as they
are fascinating to observe. Visit a theatrical hotel in a large <SPAN name="Page_144" id="Page_144"></SPAN>city,
and listen to the buzz-saw voices of the chorus girls from some
burlesque "attraction." The explanation is simple—buzz-saw lives.
Emerson said: "When a man lives with God his voice shall be as sweet as
the murmur of the brook or the rustle of the corn." It is impossible to
think selfish thoughts and have either an attractive personality, a
lovely character, or a charming voice. If you want to possess voice
charm, cultivate a deep, sincere sympathy for mankind. Love will shine
out through your eyes and proclaim itself in your tones. One secret of
the sweetness of the canary's song may be his freedom from tainted
thoughts. Your character beautifies or mars your voice. As a man
thinketh in his heart so is his voice.</p>
<h3>QUESTIONS AND EXERCISES</h3>
<p>1. Define (<i>a</i>) charm; (<i>b</i>) joy; (<i>c</i>) beauty.</p>
<p>2. Make a list of all the words related to <i>joy</i>.</p>
<p>3. Write a three-minute eulogy of "The Joyful Man."</p>
<p>4. Deliver it without the use of notes. Have you carefully considered
all the qualities that go to make up voice-charm in its delivery?</p>
<p>5. Tell briefly in your own words what means may be employed to develop
a charming voice.</p>
<p>6. Discuss the effect of voice on character.</p>
<p>7. Discuss the effect of character on voice.</p>
<p>8. Analyze the voice charm of any speaker or singer you choose.</p>
<p>9. Analyze the defects of any given voice.</p>
<p>10. Make a short humorous speech imitating certain voice defects,
pointing out reasons.</p>
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<p>11. Commit the following stanza and interpret each phase of delight
suggested or expressed by the poet.</p>
<span class="i4">An infant when it gazes on a light,<br/></span>
<span class="i5">A child the moment when it drains the breast,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">A devotee when soars the Host in sight,<br/></span>
<span class="i5">An Arab with a stranger for a guest,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">A sailor when the prize has struck in fight,<br/></span>
<span class="i5">A miser filling his most hoarded chest,<br/></span>
<span class="i4">Feel rapture; but not such true joy are reaping<br/></span>
<span class="i4">As they who watch o'er what they love while sleeping. <br/></span>
<p class='author'>—<span class="smcap">Byron</span>, <i>Don Juan</i>.</p>
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