Correct Composition — Chapter 1

O Lord, have mercy on us!O my fellow-citizens!Break on thy cold gray stones, O sea!Blessed art thou, O Lord!

O for rest and peace !that I had wings like a dove !

O [it is sad] that I should live to see this day!

But she is in her grave, and oh !The difference to me !Oh, how I suffer !Oh ! my offence is rank, it smells to heaven.

Oh, James, I am glad to see you.Oh, yes, it is quite satisfactory.