This was the hallelujah, a final outburst of the great organ of opinion.
Mr. Winslow's hallelujah chorus stopped in the middle and he turned.
So swift had this change been that the bondwomen had not seen it, and they were shouting "Hallelujah!"
It has no choruses of rejoicing, no pæans of praise, not even a hallelujah at its close.
That is the solo of human life overpowered ...