The blind man deplores his cæcity in dismal ditties ; the man‐in‐the‐bowl thanks Allah he has arms, and utilises them by beating upon the cymbals ; the tight‐rope dancer bangs the tambourine, the fiddles scream hoarsely, the guitars twang, there is a tootling of flutes—in a word, infinite psaltery.

Few things in choral praise can be imagined more thrilling than the ‘roar’ of a congregation, here in unison, especially occurring immediately after the more subdued harmony by the choir of those verses of penitential character, which, with musicianlike craft, the psalmist always makes to precede and to lead up to the four fine climaces of the words quoted.

Commonly, the surgeons view nonsurgeons with disdain. The most disdain is directed toward the “shrinks” or the “spooks,” as the psychiatrists are called.

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