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ſhall pour, O, nature, thy melting voice? The ſecret ſources of the ſoul, what maſter hand ſhall unlock and bid the heart again to flow through long-forgotten channels of compaſſions!
Alas! the very attempt could not fail to encounter the ridicule of the mob, the obloquy of the ſenſual, and the ſneers of the unfeeling. The advocate of mercy would incur the reproach of miſanthropy, and be traduced as a wild unſocial animal, who had formed a nefarious deſign to curtail
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