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Then he tore the page out and threw it away. He hardly knew what he was doing. After a few minutes he turned to page 58, where the picture of the honor medal was. As he sat gazing at it, loud shouting arose in the distance. Nearer and nearer it came, and louder it grew, until it swelled into a lusty chorus.
The force of his voice was so prodigious that he could make himself heard above any orchestral thunders or chorus, however gigantic. This power was rarely put forth, but at the right time and place it was made to peal out with a resistless volume, and his portentous notes rang through the house like the boom of a great bell.
But every thing essential was done for the Athenian tragedy when Phrynichus took it from the satyr and placed it under the protection of the muse when, forsaking the humours of the rustic farce, he selected a solemn subject from the serious legends of the most vivid of all mythologies when he breathed into the familiar measures of the chorus the grandeur and sweetness of the lyric ode when, in a word, taking nothing from Thespis but the stage and the performers, he borrowed his tale from Homer and his melody from Anacreon.
But the ill-conditioned kept their way, till, at the cry of 'Bell O! when all were starting for dinner, one of the worst shouted the cruellest gibe of all. Bob Jennings turned on him and knocked him over a scrap-heap. A shout went up from the hurrying workmen, with a chorus of 'Serve ye right, and the fallen joker found himself awkwardly confronted by the shop bruiser.
'ticky! in a regular chorus." "Ah," cried Carey, "they heard Black Jack call the molasses sticky." "Soon, though, as I cut the string and pulled off the bladder cover, and they saw it was all yaller, they began to show their teeth and snarl. `'Ticky! 'Ticky! they says again, but `all right, my lads, I says, and I sticks the fork into an onion, winks at 'em, and pops it into my mouth.
She never forgot the chorus of that hymn, it was to come back to her with a thrill of great comfort in a dark day by and by. Mrs. Moseley held her hand firmly; she and her little charge were looking at a strange sight. There were three thousand faces, all intensely in earnest, all bearing marks of great poverty, many of great and cruel hardship many, too, had the stamp of sin on their brows.
Then while Margaret continued her reading imperturbably, the chorus of whispers increased. "That is from The Poor Lady, yes, it is. Did she write it? Why, of course, she did. She just said so. Isn't it wonderful that she has done such a thing?"
Any one can write for a big chorus and orchestra, with plenty of trumpets and drums: to fill the music itself with energy is a task that Wagner could not cope with as yet. So far the characters have been consistent. In the second act they all show signs of weakness.
Like this, wasn't it? He accompanied the following stave with a dexterous clog-step on the floor of the cab: 'There was an old nigger, and he had a wooden leg. He had no tobacco, no tobacco could he beg. Another old nigger was as cunning as a fox, And he always had tobacco in his old tobacco-box. 'Now for the chorus! 'Yes, he always had tobacco in his old tobacco-box. 'But you're not singing.
Down from heaven, from heaven so high, Of angels there came a great companye With mirth, and joy, and great solemnitye; They sang terli terlow, So merryly the shepherds their pipes can blow. Such songs were taken home by the audience and sung for a season, as a popular tune is now caught from the stage and sung on the streets; and at times the whole audience would very likely join in the chorus.
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