equires that one know how to
represent justly all these passions by turns, (see _Love_, _Hatred_,
&c.) and often several of them together. Jealousy shews itself by
restlessness, peevishness, thoughtfulness, anxiety, absence of mind.
Sometimes it bursts out in piteous complaint and weeping; then a gleam
of hope, that all is yet well, lights up the countenance into a
momentary smile. Immediately the face, clouded with a general gloom,
shews the mind overcast again with horrid suspicions and frightful
imaginations. Then the arms are folded upon the breast; the fists
violently clenched; the rolling, bloody eyes dart fury. He hurries to
and fro; he has no more rest than a ship in a troubled sea, the sport of
winds and waves. Again, he composes himself a little to reflect on the
charms of the suspected person. She appears to his imagination like the
sweetness of the rising dawn. Then his monster-breeding fancy represents
her as false as she is fair. Then he roars out as one on the rack, when
the cruel engine rends every joint, and every sinew bursts. Then he
throws himself on the ground. He beats his head against the pavement.
Then he springs up, and with the look and action of a fury bursting hot
from the abyss, he snatches the instrument of death, and, after ripping
up the bosom of the loved, suspected, hated, lamented, fair one, he
stabs himself to the heart, and exhibits a striking proof, how terrible
a creature a puny mortal is, when agitated by an infernal passion.

_Dotage_ or _infirm old age_, shews itself by talkativeness, boasting of
the past, hollowness of the eyes and cheeks, dimness of sight, deafness,
tremor of voice, the accents, through default of teeth, scarce
intelligible; hams weak, knees tottering, head paralytic, hollow
coughing, frequent expectoration, breathless wheezing, laborious
groaning, the body stooping under the insupportable load of years, which
soon shall crush it into the dust, from whence it had its origin.

_Folly_, that is, of a natural ideot, gives the face an habitual
thoughtless, brainless grin. The eyes dance from object to object,
without ever fixing steadily upon any one. A thousand different and
incoherent passions, looks, gestures, speeches and absurdities, are
played off every moment.

_Distraction_ opens the eyes to a frightful wideness, rolls them hastily
and wildly from object to object; distorts every feature; gnashes with
the teeth; agitates all parts of the body; rolls in t