LITTLE BLUE PIGEON (Japanese Lullaby) Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings- Away out yonder I see a star Silvery star with a tinkling song; In through the window a moonbeam comes- Up from the sea there floats the sob Of the waves that are breaking upon the shore, But sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings- -Eugene Field. THE ROCK-A-BY LADY The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street The poppies they hang from her head to her feet, There is one little dream of a beautiful drum— There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum, And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams And boats go a-floating on silvery streams, And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty gleams, And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon beams, The fairies go winging! Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny and fleet? So shut the two eyes that are weary, my sweet, -Eugene Field LITTLE BOY BLUE The little toy dog is covered with dust, And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!" So, toddling off to his trundle-bed, And, as he was dreaming, an angel song Oh! the years are many, the years are long, Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face; And they wonder, as waiting the long years through What has become of our Little Boy Blue, Since he kissed them and put them there. THE NINETY AND NINE -Eugene Field. There were ninety and nine that safely lay But one was out on the hills away, Far off from the gates of gold, Away on the mountains wild and bare, "Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine: But the Shepherd made answer: ""Tis of mine And although the road be rough and steep But none of the ransomed ever knew How deep were the waters crossed, Nor how dark was the night that the Lord passed through Ere he found his sheep that was lost. Out in the desert he heard its cry Sick and helpless, and ready to die. "Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the way, Ere the Shepherd could bring him back." There rose a cry to the gate of Heaven, And the angels echoed around the throne, -Elizabeth Cecilia Clephane. HOME THOUGHTS, FROM ABROAD Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows! And though the fields look rough with hoary dew, -Robert Browning. CHAPTER IV QUALITY TESTS There should be no edge on any tone, whether high or low; it should be as soft and smooth as the expulsion of the breath itself. To insure this quality at all times, we study a tone from three points of view: the attack, the middle, and the end. By attack we mean the starting of the tone. This is especially important in beginning vowel sounds, as the organs of speech do not help in projecting them as they do the consonants. A tone may be attacked in three ways: by the sustained diaphragm, by the explosive diaphragm, and by the glottis stroke. For ordinary speech, we use the sustained diaphragm. The ribs are held out forcibly and the breath is sent out slowly and steadily by the movement of the dorsal and the upper abdominal muscles. Learn to think of the tone as starting from the diaphragm, and so relieve the throat of any responsibility in the matter. If it still shows a tendency to contract, when starting a vowel, yawn or swallow to release the tension. |