Lugubrious

Sir, he must have been wrong.” The Mule sighed, his lugubrious face thrust forward on its thin stalk of a neck.

Presently a dog set up a long, lugubrious howl just outside—within ten feet of them.

The dogs dashed on, but at the threshold suddenly stopped and snarled, and then, simultaneously lifting their noses, began to howl in most lugubrious fashion.

He is playing a bass part upon his cello, and so the excitement is nothing to him; no matter what happens in the treble, it is his task to saw out one long-drawn and lugubrious note after another, from four o’clock in the afternoon until nearly the same hour next morning, for his third of the total income of one dollar per hour.

From deep in the cave, the voice of Mr. Tubther, his fifth-grade teacher, cried out with lugubrious intensity.

My drunkenness is always sad, and when I am thoroughly drunk my mania is to relate all the lugubrious stories which my foolish nurse inculcated into my brain.

Had this rough and unlettered man gathered a perfectly clear perception of the succession of ideas through which he had, by degrees, mounted and descended to the lugubrious aspects which had, for so many years, formed the inner horizon of his spirit?

A sudden smile lighted up his lugubrious face.

‘Dead to the world.’ ‘But not actually dead.’ ‘No.’ ‘How nice-to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.’ Derby now came to lugubrious attention.

On that day all the inhabitants got up earlier, and the Grande Rue, although full of people, had something lugubrious about it, as if an execution had been expected.