Transcription: SLACKBRIDGE. The orator, perched on a stage, delivered himself of this and what other froth and fume he had in him. He had declaimed himself into a violent heat, and was as hoarse as he was hot. By dint of roaring at the top of his voice, under a flaring-gas light, clenching his fists, knitting his brows, setting his teeth and pounding with his arms, he had taken so much out of himself by this time that he He was brought to a stop and called for a glass of water.
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