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Tied down my sore attention to the shock
By ceaseless depredations on a life
Dearer than that he left me.-Dreadful post
Of observation! darker every hour!

Less dread the day that drove me to the brink,
And pointed at eternity below,

When my soul shuddered at futurity;

When, on a moment's point the important die
Of life and death spun doubtful, ere it fell,
And turned up life, my title to more wo!"

Extract from Job III.

V. 3. Let the day perish wherein I was born. - 4. Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the night shine upon it. 5. Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it. 6. As for that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months. 7. Lo! let that night be solitary; let no joyful voice come therein. 8. Let them curse it, that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning. 9. Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but have none; neither let it see the dawning of the day.'*

Deep and subdued Grief.

'Orotund' and 'Pectoral Quality,'' Subdued' Force, Prevalent 'Median,' with occasional' Vanishing, and 'Radical Stress,' Low Pitch, Level Voice, 'Slow Movement,' Long Pauses.

Extracts from Burke's Allusion to the Death of his Son.

'Had it pleased God to continue to me the hopes of succession, I should have been, according to my mediocrity and the mediocrity of the age I live in, a sort of founder of a family; I should have left a son, who, in all the points in which

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personal merit can be viewed in science, in erudition, in genius, in taste, in honour, in generosity, in humanity, in every liberal sentiment, and every liberal accomplishment, would not have shown himself inferior to the duke of Bedford, or to any of those whom he traces in his line. His grace very soon would have wanted all plausibility in his attack upon that provision which belonged more to mine than to me. He would soon have supplied every deficiency, and symmetrized every disproportion. It would not have been for that successor to resort to any stagnant wasting reservoir of merit in me, or in any ancestry. He had in himself a salient, living spring, of generous and manly action. Every day he lived he would have re-purchased the bounty of the crown, and ten times more, if ten times more he had received. He was made a public creature; and had no enjoyment whatever but in the performance of some duty.-At this exigent moment, the loss of a finished man is not easily supplied.

But a Disposer whose power we are little able to resist, and whose wisdom it behoves us not at all to dispute, has ordained it in another manner, and, (whatever my querulous weakness might suggest,) a far better. The storm has gone

over me; and I lie like one of those old oaks which the late hurricane has scattered about me. I am stripped of all my honours; I am torn up by the roots, and lie prostrate on the earth! There, and prostrate there, I most unfeignedly recognize the divine justice, and in some degree submit to it. — I am alone. I have none to meet my enemies in the gate. Indeed, I greatly deceive myself, if, in this hard season, I would give a peck of refuse wheat for all that is called fame and honour in the world.-I live in an inverted order. They who ought to have succeeded me, are gone before me. They who should have been to me as posterity, are in the place of ancestors. I owe to the dearest relation, (which ever must subsist in memory,) that act of piety, which he would have performed to me.'

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Indignation.

'Orotund' 'Pectoral Quality,' somewhat ' aspirated,'-Full Force, sometimes Impassioned,' -'Vanishing Stress,' 'Low' Pitch, Prevalent 'Falling Inflection,' 'Slow Movement,' Pauses long, Strong Emphasis..

Extracts from Fears in Solitude. (Written in 1798).—Coleridge.
'From east to west

A groan of accusation pierces heaven!
The wretched plead against us; multitudes,
Countless and vehement, the sons of God,
Our brethren! Like a cloud that travels on,
Steamed up from Cairo's swamps of pestilence,
Even so, my countrymen, have we gone forth,
And borne to distant tribes slavery and pangs,
And, deadlier far, our vices, whose deep taint,
With slow perdition murders the whole man,
His body and his soul!

Thankless, too, for peace,

(Peace long preserved by fleets and perilous seas,);
Secure from actual warfare, we have loved
Too well the war-whoop, passionate for war!
Alas! for ages ignorant of all

Its ghastly workings, (famine, or blue plague,
Battle, or siege, or flight through wintry snows,).
We, this whole people, have been clamorous
For war and bloodshed;-animating sports!
The which we pay for, as a thing to talk of,
Spectators, and not combatants!-No guess
Anticipative of a wrong unfelt,
No speculation or contingency,
However dim and vague, too vague and dim
To yield a justifying cause; and forth
(Stuffed out with big preamble, holy names,
And adjurations of the God in heaven,)
We send our mandates for the certain death

Of thousands and ten thousands!-Boys and girls,

And women that would groan to see a child
Pull off an insect's leg, all read of war,—

The best amusement for our morning meal!
The poor wretch who has learned his only prayers
From curses, who knows scarcely words enough
To ask a blessing from his heavenly Father,
Becomes a fluent phrase-man, absolute

And technical in victories and defeats,
And all our dainty terms for fratricide;

Terms which we trundle smoothly o'er our tongues,
Like mere abstractions, empty sounds to which
We join no feeling, and attach no form!
As if the soldier died without a wound;

As if the fibres of this godlike frame

Were gored without a pang; as if the wretch
Who fell in battle, doing bloody deeds,
Passed off to heaven translated, and not killed;
As though he had no wife to pine for him,—
No God to judge him! Therefore, evil days
Are coming on us, O my countrymen!
And what if all-avenging Providence,
Strong and retributive, should make us know
The meaning of our words, force us to feel
The desolation and the agony

Of our fierce doings?'

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Extract from Isaiah IX.

V. 13. The people turneth not unto him that smiteth them, neither do they seek the Lord of hosts. 14. Therefore the Lord will cut off from Israel head and tail, branch and rush, in one day. 15. The ancient and honourable, he is the head; and the prophet that teacheth lies, he is the tail. 16. For the leaders of this people cause them to err; and they that are led of them are destroyed. 17. Therefore the Lord shall have no joy in their young men, neither shall have mercy on their fatherless and widows: for every one is a hypocrite and an evil doer, and every mouth speaketh folly. For all this his

anger is not turned away; but his hand is stretched out still. 18. For wickedness burneth as the fire; it shall devour the briers and thorns, and shall kindle in the thickets of the forest, and they shall mount up like the lifting up of smoke. 19. Through the wrath of the Lord of hosts is the land darkened; and the people shall be as the fuel of the fire; no man shall spare his brother.'-21. For all this his anger is not turned away; but his hand is stretched out still.'

Denunciation.

'Expression' as before, but moderated to a more restrained and calmer mood, by the influence of Solemnity and Regret.

Extract from Matthew VIII.

V. 21. Wo unto thee, Chorazin! wo unto thee, Bethsaida! for if the mighty works which were done in you, had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago, in sackcloth and ashes. 22. But I say unto you, It shall be more tolerable for Tyre and Sidon, at the day of judgment, than for you. 23. And thou Capernaum, which art exalted unto heaven, shalt be thrust down to hell mighty works which have been done in thee, had

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in Sodom, it would have remained until this day. 24. But say unto you, that it shall be more tolerable for the land of Sodom, in the day of judgment, than for thee.'

The Slave-Trade.-Dewey.

'The world is full of wrongs and evils, and full of wronged and suffering men. But still I do say that of all wrongs, slaIt denies to man his humanity, and all

very is the greatest. its highest and holiest rights. And of all slavery, the African is the most monstrous. Other men have fallen under this doom by the fate of war. They have bought life at the price of bondage. With Africa there has been no war but that of the prowling man-stealer! He has gone up among the river-glades of that ill-fated land; he has torn men and women and children, from their country and their homes, who

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