Aversion, or Hatred, expressed to, or of any person or thing, that is odious to the speaker, occasions his drawing back, as avoiding the approach of what he hates; the hands, at the same time, thrown out spread, as if to keep it off.  The face turned away from that side toward which the hands are thrown out; the eyes looking angrily and asquint the same way the hands are directed; the eyebrows drawn downwards; the upper lip disdainfully drawn up; but the teeth set.  The pitch of the voice loud; the tone chiding, unequal, surly, vehement.  The sentences short and abrupt.

Commendation, or Approbation from a superior, puts on the aspect of love (excluding desire and respect) and expresses itself in a mild tone of voice; the arms gently spread; the palms of the hands toward the person approved.  Exhorting or encouraging, as of an army by a general, is expressed with some part of the looks and action of courage.

Jealousy would be likely to be well expressed by one, who had often seen prisoners tortured in the dungeons of the inquisition, or who had seen what the dungeons of the inquisition are the best earthly emblem of; I mean Hell.  For next to being in the Pope’s or in Satan’s prison, is the torture of him who is possessed with the spirit of jealousy.  Being a mixture of passions directly contrary to one another, the person, whose soul is the seat of such confusion and tumult, must be in as much greater misery than Prometheus, with the vulture tearing his liver, as the pains of the mind are greater than those of the body.  Jealousy is a ferment of love, hatred, hope, fear, shame, anxiety, suspicion, grief, pity, envy, pride, rage, cruelty, vengeance, madness, and if there be any other tormenting passion which can agitate the human mind.  Therefore to express jealousy well, requires that one know how to represent justly all these passions by turns, (see Love, Hatred, &c.) and often several of them together.  Jealousy shews itself by restlessness, peevishness, thoughtfulness, anxiety, absence of mind.  Sometimes it bursts out in piteous complaint and weeping; then a gleam of hope, that all is yet well, lights up the countenance into a momentary smile.  Immediately the face, clouded with a general gloom, shews the mind overcast again with horrid suspicions and frightful imaginations.  Then the arms are folded upon the breast; the fists violently clenched; the rolling, bloody eyes dart fury.  He hurries to and fro; he has no more rest than a ship in a troubled sea, the sport of winds and waves.  Again, he composes himself a little to reflect on the charms of the suspected person.  She appears to his imagination like the sweetness of the rising dawn.  Then his monster-breeding fancy represents her as false as she is fair.  Then he roars out as one on the rack, when the cruel engine rends every joint, and every sinew bursts.  Then he throws himself on the ground.  He beats his head against the pavement.  Then he springs up, and with the look and action of a fury bursting hot from the abyss, he snatches the instrument of death, and, after ripping up the bosom of the loved, suspected, hated, lamented, fair one, he stabs himself to the heart, and exhibits a striking proof, how terrible a creature a puny mortal is, when agitated by an infernal passion.