Preface.

Orators, you are called to the ministry of speech.  You have fixed your choice upon the pulpit, the bar, the tribune or the stage.  You will become one day, preacher, advocate, lecturer or actor; in short, you desire to embrace the orator’s career.  I applaud your design.  You will enter upon the noblest and most glorious of vocations.  Eloquence holds the first rank among the arts.  While we award praise and glory to great musicians and painters, to great masters of sculpture and architecture, the prize of honor is decreed to great orators.

Who can define the omnipotence of speech?  With a few brief words God called the universe from nothingness; speech falling from the glowing lips of the Apostles, has changed the face of the earth.  The current of opinion follows the prestige of speech, and to-day, as ever, eloquence is universal queen.  We need feel no surprise that, in ancient times, the multitude uncovered as Cicero approached, and cried:  “Behold the orator!”

Would you have your speech bear fruit and command honor?  Two qualities are needful:  virtue and a knowledge of the art of oratory.  Cicero has defined the orator as a good man of worth:  Vir bonus, dicendi peritus.

Then, above all, the orator should be a man of worth.  Such a man will make it his purpose to do good; and the good is the true end of oratorical art.  In truth, what is art?  Art is the expression of the beautiful in ideas; it is the true.  Plato says the beautiful is the splendor of the true.

What is art?  It is the beautiful in action.  It is the good.  According to St. Augustine, the beautiful is the lustre of the good.

Finally, what is art?  It is the beautiful in the harmonies of nature.  Galen, when he had finished his work on the structure of the human body, exclaimed:  “Behold this beautiful hymn to the glory of the Creator!”

What, then, is the true, the beautiful, the good?  We might answer, it is God.  Then virtue and the glory of God should be the one end of the orator, of the good man.  A true artist never denies God.

Eloquence is a means, not an end.  We must not love art for its own sake, that would be idolatry.  Art gives wings for ascent to God.  One need not pause to contemplate his wings.

Art is an instrument, but not an instrument of vanity or complaisance.  Truth, alas! compels us to admit that eloquence has also the melancholy power of corrupting souls.  Since it is an art, it is also a power which must produce its effect for good or evil.

It has been said that the fool always finds a greater fool to listen to him.  We might add that the false, the ugly and the vicious have each a fibre in the human heart to serve their purpose.  Then let the true orator, the good man, armed with holy eloquence, seek to paralyze the fatal influence of those orators who are apostles of falsehood and corruption.

Poets are born, orators are made:  nascuntur poetae, fiunt oratores.  You understand why I have engraved this maxim on the title-page of my work.  It contains its raison d’etre, its justification.  Men are poets at birth, but eloquence is an art to be taught and learned.  All art presupposes rules, procedures, a mechanism, a method which must be known.