...us, we remarked Mr. HERBERT'S expression of countenance. It was the very picture of 'wan DESPAIK: ' ' WHAT a passion comes over us sometimes for silence...of life and death, could have but one brief holiday I Who can wonder that men swing themselves off from beams in hempen lassos? — that they jump off...

...pillows and count the dead beats of thought after thought and image after image jarring through the overtired organ ! Will nobody block those wheels,...a passion comes over us sometimes for silence and res! ! — that this dreadful mechanism, unwinding the endless tapestry of time, embroidered with spectral...

...jarring through the over-tried organ ! Will nobody block those wheels, uncouple that pinion, cut th« string that holds those weights, blow up the infernal...of life and death, could have but one brief holiday !" It is plausib.e, at least, to suggest that ali this may p rhaps have a bearing upon the fact that...

...pillows and count the dead beats of thought after thought, and image after image, jarring through the overtired organ ! Will nobody block those wheels, uncouple that pinion, cut the string that holds these weights, blow up the infernal machine with gunpowder ? What a passion comes over us sometimes...

...pillows and count the dead beats of thought after thought and image after image jarring through the over-tired organ ! Will nobody block those wheels,...figures of life and death, could have but one brief holidav ! Who can wonder that men swing themselves off from beams in hempen lassos ? — that they...

...! Will nobody block those wheels, uncouple their pinion, cut tho string which holds those weights ? What a passion comes over us, sometimes for silence...embroidered with spectral figures of life and death, might have but one brief holiday !" — CW HOLHES. " Consider the state of this present life — a...

...the case, and seizing the pendulum, silences at last the terrible escapement Will nobody block the wheels, uncouple that pinion, cut the string that...weights, blow up the infernal machine with gunpowder ?" cries some autocrat at the breakfast-table. We can think of no comfort for such a one, but to let...

...pillows and count the dead beats of thought after thought and image after image jarring through the over-tired organ ! Will nobody block those wheels, uncouple that pinion, cut the string that holds these weights, blow up the infernal machine with gunpowder ? What a passion comes over us sometimes...

...! Will nobody block those wheels, uncouple their pinion, cut the string which holds those weights? What a passion comes over us sometimes for silence...embroidered with spectral figures of life and death, might bave but one brief holiday ! — Holmes. Stream of Life. — Life bears us on like a stream of...

...weights, blow up the infernal machine? What a passion comes over one sometimes for rest and silence, — that this dreadful mechanism, unwinding the endless...with spectral figures of life and death, could have one brief holiday. If any one would only contrive some kind of lever, one could thrust in attiong the...