Could any human being, endoAved with a soul, bear to lay aside that soul for so many hours in the blessed four-and-twenty, and to babble, like a machine , sounds that conveyed to another mind the thoughts that ages before had passed through the brains of old Greeks and Hebrews, and old Romans, yet brought no corresponding imagery to her own ?
Can any living man, or any living woman, wonder that daughter Deborah sometimes got tired of articulating sounds that pre sented no corresponding sense to her own mind ?  Could any human being, endoAved with a soul, bear to lay aside that soul for so many hours in the blessed four-and-twenty, and to babble, like a machine , sounds that conveyed to another mind the thoughts that ages before had passed through the brains of old Greeks and Hebrews, and old Romans, yet brought no corresponding imagery to her own ?  Yet Deborah Milton did this for a blind father, and if poor human nature sometimes flagged and failed in a cheerful performance g 2