Page:Papers on Literature and Art (Fuller).djvu/137

Rh

How clear his voice sounds at the very last.

What commanding sweetness in the utterance of the name, Van Ryk, and what a weight of tragedy in the broken sentence which speaks of the fatal bridge. These are the things that actors rarely give us, the very passages to which it would be their vocation to do justice; saying out those tones we divine from the order of the words.

Yet Talma’s Pas encore set itself to music in the mind of the