To Christian intercessors. Follow not; 8. "GRIEF." [Effusive and Expulsive, Orotund, High Key.] My daughter, once the comfort of my age, My tender wife, sweet soother of my care! 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, 9. "SELF REPROACH." [Expulsive, Aspirated and Orotund, Middle Key.] O what a rogue and peasant slave am I; For Hec-u-ba! What's Hec-u-ba to him, or he to Hec-u-ba, 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: I do not know the man, I should avoid So soon as this spare Cassius. He reads much; Quite through the deeds of men. He loves no plays; he hears no music; 12. "REMORSE." [Expulsive Orotund, Middle and Low Key.] Oh! I have passed a miserable night, My dream was lengthened after life:- With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends 13. "RESIGNATION." [Effusive Orotund, Middle Key.] O Thou, who dry'st the mourner's tear, The friends who in our sunshine live, But thou wilt heal that broken heart 14. "SUBLIMITY." [Expulsive Orotund, Middle Key.] O thou vast Ocean!-ever-sounding sea! 15. "AWE." [Expulsive Orotund, Low and Middle Key.] 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, 16. "SORROW." [Expulsive Orotund, Middle and High Key.] 17. "FEAR." [Expulsive Utterance, Aspirated, Low Key.] Cicero.-Why are you breathless?-and why stare you so? I have seen tempests, when the scolding winds But never till to-night, never till now, 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? 1 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! Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with! Hence, horrible shadow, 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, In mine own comforts.-Othello. 21. "BITTER DENUNCIATION." [Explosive Utterance, Guttural, Low Key.] Thou den of Drunkards with the blood of princes! 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, All's for the best-if a man would but know it, 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, |