Recitations for the Social Circle. Selected and Original

One who does not believe in immersion for baptism was holding a protracted meeting, and one night preached on the subject of baptism. In the course of his remarks he said that s...

In connection with this palace there is a garden, where the mighty men of foreign lands are seated at a banquet. Under the spread of oak, and linden, and acacia, the tables are...

No, no! don't cry, my baby! hush up, my pretty one! Don't get my chaff in yer eye, boy--I only was just in fun. Ye'll like us when ye know us, although we're cur'us folks; But w...

Hour by hour, with skillful pencil, wrought the artist, sad and lone, Day by day, he labored nobly, though to all the world unknown; He was brave, the youthful artist, but his s...

Mr. Pickwick retired a few paces apart from the bystanders; and, beckoning his friend to approach, fixed a searching look upon him and uttered in a low, but distinct and emphati...

Upon kindling fires in the house, it was found that the chimneys wouldn't "draw," and the building was filled with smoke. The window-sashes rattled in the wind at night, and the...

But now what are the weapons by which, under our Omnipotent Leader, the real obstacles in the way of our country's evangelization, the ten thousand mile Sebastopols, are to be l...

"Thy one son, Noumid, dead before my face; And by the swiftest courser of my stud Sent to thy door his corpse. And one might trace Their flight across the desert by his blood.

"Less see! Who have we next? Ah! Franklin! Benjamin Franklin! He was one of the old original pioneers, I think. I disremember exactly what he is celebrated for, but I think it w...

"Fond, impious man! think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, can quench the orb of day? To morrow, it repairs its golden flood, And warms the nations with redouble...

Home! how often we hear persons speak of the home of their childhood. Their minds seem to delight in dwelling upon the recollections of joyous days spent beneath the parental ro...

Oh, tell me not that they are dead--that generous host, that airy army of invisible heroes. They hover as a cloud of witnesses above this nation. Are they dead that yet speak lo...

On the morning of Saturday, July 2, the President was a contented and happy man--not in an ordinary degree, but joyfully, almost boyishly happy. On his way to the railroad stati...

"I'se do jes de t'ing yer say, Mass Cap'n. Ef yer tells me to go, I'se go. An' I'se jest do ebery word the missus say, an' I look af'r de chillens de bes' I knows, ontel yer com...

"This dreadful piece of news will pain your worthy parent so! They are the most remunerative customers I know; For many, many years they've kept starvation from my doors; I neve...

Literary men have great opportunities opening in this day. If they take all that open, they are dead men, or worse--_living_ men that ought to be dead. The pen runs so easy when...

In reading and recitation, the general tendency is to overdo. The quiet reserve force, which can be made apparent in the voice, will reach the heart and stir the soul when gestu...