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GEM-BOOK OF BRITISH AUTHORS :
A Selection of Pieres adapted for Public Recitation,
OR PRIVATE READING,
SHAKSPEARE, MILTON, YOUNG, ADDISON, HOOD, CAMPBELL,
POPE, BURNS, SCOTT, BYRON, SOUTHEY, GRAY, &c. &c.
51, & 52, PATERNOSTER ROW.
182 Folly of War, The– Byron
117 Frugal Merchant, The— from The
Gertrude Von der Wart.—Mrs. Hemans 43
Cato over the dead body of his Son.-
Version of.-J. 0.
Chamois Hunter, The-M. F. Tupper 135 Hotspur's Speech to Henry IV.-
16, 84 John of Procida, Scene from-Sheridan
167 Samson on his Loss of Sight.--Milton 6
80 Soldier's Dream, A-Richardson 28
Julius Cæsar.- Shakspere
Bacchus. After Shakspere.—W. G. 138
98 Soot and Sentiment.-- From “ Punch" 11
22 Three Weeks After Marriage, Scene
Parish Poor-House, A-Crabbe 87 | Tinker and Miller's Daughter, The-
162 Unpaid Puff for the Lawyers, An 74
Private Practice-The Editor
48 Wife to her husband, The Sunday
THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST.
SCENE FROM " THE RIVALS."
Sheridan. Enter Sir 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
little will or commission I could execute for you?
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 !