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 to eſcape gives me pain. When I beheld its quivering limbs in the laſt moment of its exiſtence, an univerſal tremor ſhook my own; and when it lay before me without ſenſe or motion, dreadful forebodings invaded my troubled ſoul."—Death of Abel, page 85.

Nothing but the expreſs command of the God of Fear could ſteel the human heart to an execution ſo cruel!

The offerings of gratitude, which in the firſt ages the human race ſacrificed to the gods, conſiſted ſimply of graſs. In proportion, however, as men multiplied their enjoyments, more coſtly offerings were made of honey, wine, corn, incenſe. The last