My rage shall sweep him swifter than the whirlwind,
To instant death! [Exit.
(R.) Right. (L.) Left. (C.) Centre. (R.C.) Right Centre. (L.C.) Left Centre.
THE MILLS OF GOD.
DUGANNE.
Apart from the noble sentiments of these verses, and their exquisite diction—in which every word is the best that could possibly be used—as in a piece of faultless mosaic every minute stone is so placed as to impart strength, brilliancy, and harmony—they afford an excellent example of lofty, dignified recitation:
T
HOSE mills of God! those tireless mills!