A louder wail than before was the only reply, and, summoning up his courage, he pushed open the door of the bedroom and peeped in.

Hence the low, pensive wail of the individual baby, combining in large numbers, becomes a deep monotone, like the waves of the sea, a sort of violoncello accompaniment to all their holiday performances.

That this was less an expression of genuine grief than a result of the barbarous love of excitement, follows from what he adds: that in a milder form, this loud wailing and cutting with shark's teeth was "an expression of joy as well as of grief."

Hence the low, pensive wail of the individual baby, combining in large numbers, becomes a deep monotone, like the waves of the sea, a sort of violoncello accompaniment to all their holiday performances.

Find a grave in the billowy surge That ne'er can wash thee clean; The wail of millions be thy dirge Thy judgethe Great Unseen!