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airs and looks, according to the character which the person affects.
Affectation of learning gives a stiff formality to the whole person. The
words come stalking out with the pace of a funeral procession, and every
sentence has the solemnity of an oracle. Affectation of piety turns up
the goggling whites of the eyes to heaven, as if the person were in a
trance, and fixes them in that posture so long that the brain of the
beholder grows giddy. Then comes up, deep grumbling, a holy groan from
the lower parts of the thorax; but so tremendous in sound, and so long
protracted, that you expect to see a goblin rise, like an exhalation
through the solid earth. Then he begins to rock from side to side, or
backward and forward, like an aged pine on the side of a hill, when a
brisk wind blows. The hands are clasped together, and often lifted, and
the head often shaken with foolish vehemence. The tone of the voice is
canting, or sing-song lullaby, not much distant from an Irish howl, and
the words godly doggrell. Affectation of beauty, and killing, puts a
fine woman by turns into all sorts of forms, appearances and attitudes,
but amiable ones. She undoes by art, or rather by aukwardness, (for true
art conceals itself) all that nature had done for her. Nature formed her
almost an angel, and she, with infinite pains, makes herself a monkey.
Therefore, this species of affectation is easily imitated, or taken off.
Make as many and as ugly grimaces, motions and gestures as can be made,
and take care that nature never peep out, and you represent coquetish
affectation to the life.

_Sloth_ appears by yawning, dosing, snoring; the head dangling sometimes
to one side, sometimes to the other; the arms and legs stretched out,
and every sinew of the body unstrung; the eyes heavy, or closed; the
words, if any, crawl out of the mouth but half formed, scarcely audible
to any ear, and broken off in the middle by powerful sleep.

People who walk in their sleep (of which our inimitable Shakespear has,
in his tragedy of MACBETH, drawn out a fine scene) are said to have
their eyes open; though they are not, the more for that, conscious of
any thing, but the dream which has got possession of their imagination.
I never saw one of those persons, therefore cannot describe their manner
from nature; but I suppose their speech is pretty much like that of
persons dreaming, inarticulate, incoherent, and very different, in its
tone, from what it is when waki