[By Rev. Tyron Edwards.]
A gentleman addressing a large gathering of scholars from several schools was noticed to use words of only a single syllable. A friend who heard of the address wrote to the speaker, and asked if it was the fact that he had spoken or could write an address of even thirty or forty words, all of one syllable, as it was reported he had done. The following was tho reply to the inquiry : —" I have no time now to tell you where to find the brief speech as to which you ask, nor do I know that I could at once write what you want if I should try, as I do not claim to have much skill in such work, though to write short words, and make fair sense with them, does not need much skill or deep thought; and this truth is shown in what I now send, in a copy of my short speech made to the schools some short time since." Here is a sentence of ninety-one words, each of but one syllable. A.lady, saying she thought monosyllables eve»jnore expressive than longer woraij, wrote, to illustrate her idea, the following lines:— WHAT THOU WILT. Not what to me seems good, Not what my choice would be: I dare not ask for these. Lord, when I plead with thee; But give what to Thy mind seems best, And let Thy love cot grant the rest. Not heaDS of gold in store, Not health, nor friends, nor fame— I dare not ask for these, Though sought for in Thy name, Fave as Thou setst such gifts would be Laid at Thy feet in love to Thee. My heart is full of needs ; My wants reach out to Theo; I only plead Thy call, Thy words of grace to me; Take from my heart its load of guilt, Then give me, Lord, what else Thou wilt!
And Rev. Dr Addison Alexander, long a professor in the Theological Seminary of Princeton (N.J.), being aßked if one could write as forcibly in monosyllables as in words of greater length, sat down and wrote, almost without stopping, the following lines : Think not that strength lies in the big round word, Or that the brief and plain must needs be
weak; To whom can this be true who once has heard | The cry for help—the words that all men
speak ... When wants, or woe, or fear is in tho throat ? So that each word is gasped out like a shriek Pressed from the heart, or as a strange wild note Sung by Borne fay or fiend ! There is a strength Which dies if stretched too far or spun too fine, Which has more height than breadth, moro depth than length. Let but this force of thought and speech bo mine, And he that will may tako the sleek, fflt
phrase Which glow* and burns not, though it gleam and shine; Light but not heat, a flash without a blase. Nor is it nought but strength the short word boasts; It Bervea far more than wind or storm can tell, Or roar of waves that dash on rook-bound coasts; The crash of tall trees when tho wild winds
swell, The roar of guns; the groans of men that die On blood-stained fieldp. It has a volco as
well For them that far off on their sick beds lie— For them that weep, for them that mourn
the dead, For them that dance, and laugh, and clap tho
nan< * To Joy's quick stay, as well ob Grief a sad
tread: The sweet, plain words we learn at first keep time, And though the theme be sad, or gay, or
grand, With each, with all, these may be made to
chime, In thought, or speech, or tong, or prose, or rhyme.
A Napier paper gives the following example of how school examinations have for yearß past been conducted in Hawke's Bay in every department of school work, and says the system is actually recommended to teachers, but we take leave to say that we don't believe a word of it:—"We will suppose the subject to be spelling in the lowest standard. Inspector: ' Thomas Jones. Now, Tommy, can you spell apples ?' Tommy (confidently): 'A-p-p-l-o-s.' Inspector (with affected surprise): ' What ? Do you spell apples with two p'a?' (Scornfully to the next boy.) 4 He spells apples with two pV! (Coaxingly ) 'Now you tell him.' Next boy (Sammy), brightening up at the inspector's evident opinion of his superiority over Tommy as a speller)— *A-p-l-es.' Inspector (sarcastically patting Sammy on the head): ' Clever boy ' 1 (General laughter of the class, and collapse of Sammy, with a feeling of inexpressible disgust.) Sammy is now so hurt and disheartened by his undeserved discomfiture and disgrace that he loses all jnterest in the further progress of the examination, and in brooding over his wrongs allows himself to bo badgered into uttering all sorts of absurdities; becomes the inspector's butt, and though probably a boy of average ability, poor Sammy is put down by his tormentor as an unmitigated dunce." On March 7 the Royal Botanical Gardens, Edinburgh, were open to the public for the first time on a Sunday. Although the weather was unfavorable tho number of visitors was 1,746. Prince Bismarck has been a moßt profitable dealer in wood, which his estates furnish in vast abundance, on account of the special rates granted to him by the railroads. The other German woodcutters have at last Btruck against this favoritism, and the Prince will have to compete on equal terms.
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Monosyllabic Composition., Evening Star, Issue 7917, 27 May 1889
Monosyllabic Composition. Evening Star, Issue 7917, 27 May 1889
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