They rise from the ruins of one abortive sentence, to launch forth into another with unabated vigour.

They have all the manner of an orator.

From the tone of their voice, you would expect a splendid period--and lo! a string of broken-backed, disjointed clauses, eked out with stammerings and throat-clearings.

They possess the art (learned from the pulpit) of rounding an uneuphonious sentence by dwelling on a single syllable--of striking a balance in a top-heavy period by lengthening out a word into a melancholy quaver.

Withal, they never cease to hope.