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 ever, to forego the favorite repaſt? What then ſhall we ſay? Vainly planted in our breaſt, is this abhorrence of cruelty, this ſympathetic affection for every animal? Or, to the purpoſe of nature, do the feelings of the heart point more unerringly than all the elaborate ſubtilty of a ſet of men, who, at the ſhrine of ſcience, have ſacrificed the deareft ſentiments of humanity?

Ye ſons of modern ſcience, who court not wiſdom in her walks of Rh