To Christian intercessors. Follow not;
I'll have no speaking! I will have my bond.

8. "GRIEF."

[Effusive and Expulsive, Orotund, High Key.]

My daughter, once the comfort of my age,
Lured by a villain from her native home,
Is cast, abandon'd, on the world's wide stage,
And doom'd in scanty poverty to roam.

My tender wife, sweet soother of my care!
Struck with sad anguish at the stern decree,
Fell, lingering fell, a victim to despair;

And left the world to wretchedness and me.

Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,

Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span :
Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.

9. "SELF REPROACH."

[Expulsive, Aspirated and Orotund, Middle Key.]

O what a rogue and peasant slave am I;
Is it not monstrous, that this player here,
But in a fiction, in a dream of passion,
Could force his soul so to his own counsel,
That, from her working, all his visage warmed,
Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect,
A broken voice, and his whole functions suiting,
With forms to his conceit; and all for nothing;

For Hec-u-ba! What's Hec-u-ba to him, or he to Hec-u-ba,
That he should weep for her?

10. "INTENSE FEAR."

[Expulsive, Aspirated, Low Key.]

Ah! mercy on my soul! What is that? My old friend's ghost? They say none but wicked folks walk; I wish I were at the bottom of a coal-pit. See how long and pale his face has grown since his death; he never was handsome; and death has improved him very much the wrong way. Pray do not come near me! I wish'd you very well when you were alive; but I could never abide a dead man, cheek by jowl with me."

Ah, ah, mercy on us! No nearer, pray; if it be only to take leave

of me that you are come back, I could have excused you the ceremony with all my heart; or if you-mercy on us! no nearer, pray, or, if you have wronged any body, as you always loved money a little, I give you the word of a frightened Christian; I will pray as long as you please for the deliverance or repose of your departed soul. My good, worthy, noble friend, do, pray disappear, as ever you would wish your old friend to come to his senses again.

11. "SUSPICION."

[Expulsive Orotund and Aspirated, Middle Key.]

Would he were fatter; but I fear him not:
Yet, if my name were liable to fear,

I do not know the man, I should avoid

So soon as this spare Cassius. He reads much;
He is a great observer, and he looks

Quite through the deeds of men.

He loves no plays; he hears no music;
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort,
As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit,
That could be moved to smile at any thing.
Such men as he, be never at heart's ease,
While they behold a greater than themselves,
And therefore, are they very dangerous.

12. "REMORSE."

[Expulsive Orotund, Middle and Low Key.]

Oh! I have passed a miserable night,
So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 't were to buy a world of happy days,
So full of dismal terror was the time!

My dream was lengthened after life:-
Oh! then began the tempest to my soul!-

With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends
Environed me, and howled in mine ears
Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise,
I trembling waked, and, for a season after,
Could not believe but that I was in hell;
Such terrible impression made my dream!

13. "RESIGNATION."

[Effusive Orotund, Middle Key.]

O Thou, who dry'st the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to thee!

The friends who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes, are flown;
And he who has but tears to give
Must weep those tears alone.

But thou wilt heal that broken heart
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.

14. "SUBLIMITY."

[Expulsive Orotund, Middle Key.]

O thou vast Ocean!-ever-sounding sea!
Thou symbol of a dread immensity!
Thy voice is like the thunder, and thy sleep
Is as a giant's slumber, loud and deep.
I love to wander on thy pebbled beach,
Marking the sunlight at the evening hour,
And hearken to the thoughts thy waters teach-
"Eternity, eternity, and power."

15. "AWE."

[Expulsive Orotund, Low and Middle Key.]
A fearful hope-was all-the world contained:
Forests were set on fire; but, hour by hour,
They fell, and faded, and the crackling trunks
Extinguished with a crash, and all was black.
The brows of men, by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as, by fits,
The flashes fell upon them. Some lay down,
And hid their eyes, and wept; and some did rest

Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;

And others hurried to and fro, and fed

Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up,

With mad disquietude, on the dull sky,

The pall of a past world; and then again,
With curses, cast them down upon the dust,
And gnashed their teeth, and howled.

16. "SORROW."

[Expulsive Orotund, Middle and High Key.]
Seems, madam! nay, it is: I know not seems,
'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath;
No, nor the fruitful river in the eye,
Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,
Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief,
That can denote me truly: these, indeed, seem,
For they are actions that a man might play;
But I have that-within, which passeth show,
These but the trappings and the suits of wo.

17. "FEAR."

[Expulsive Utterance, Aspirated, Low Key.]

Cicero.-Why are you breathless?-and why stare you so?
Casca. Are you not moved, when all the sway of earth
Shakes, like a thing unfirm? O Cicero !

I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds
Have riv'd the knotty oaks; and I have seen
The ambitious ocean swell, and rage, and foam,
To be exalted with the threatening clouds;

But never till to-night, never till now,
Did I go through tempests dropping fire.

18. "REVERENCE."

[Effusive Orotund, Low and Middle Key.]

O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Thy name in all the earth! who hast set Thy glory above the heavens. When I consider the heavens, the work of Thy fingers; the moon and the stars, which Thou hast ordained; what is man that Thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that Thou visitest him?

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For Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of Thy hands: Thou hast put all things under his feet. O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Thy name in all the earth!

19. "HORROR."

[Expulsive Utterance, Guttural, Low Key.]

Avaunt! and quit my sight! Let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold:

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

Which thou dost glare with! Hence, horrible shadow,
Unreal mockery, hence!

20. "JOY."

[Expulsive Utterance, Pure Tone, High Key.]

Come, let us to the castle.

News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks are drown'd. How does my old acquaintance of this isle? —

Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyprus,

I have found great love amongst them. O my sweet,
I prattle out of fashion, and I dote

In mine own comforts.-Othello.

21. "BITTER DENUNCIATION."

[Explosive Utterance, Guttural, Low Key.]

Thou den of Drunkards with the blood of princes!
Gehenna of the waters! thou sea Sodom!

Thus I devote thee to the infernal gods!

Thee and thy serpent secd!—Slave, do thine office!

Strike as I struck the foe!

Have struck those tyrants!

Strike-and but once!

Strike as I would.

Strike deep as my curse!

22. "HOPE."

[Expulsive Orotund, High Key.]

All's for the best! be sanguine and cheerful,
Trouble and Sorrow are friends in disguise;
Nothing but Folly goes faithless and fearful,
Courage forever is happy and wise:

All's for the best-if a man would but know it,
Providence wishes us all to be blest;

This is no dream of the pundit or poet,

Heaven is gracious, and--All's for the best!

All's for the best! set this on your standard,
Soldier of sadness, or pilgrim of love,