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 ſilent meditation in the grove, who behold her not in the living love lineſs of her works, but expect to meet her in the midſt of obſcenity and corruption; ye who dig for knowledge in the depth of the dunghill, and who hope to diſcover wiſdom enthroned amid the fragments of mortality, and the ahhorrence of the ſenſes; ye that with ruffian violence interrogate trembling nature, who plunge into her maternal boſom the butcher knife, and, in queſt of your nefarious ſcience, the fibres of Rh