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 his gods, for his benefactors ſmiled on every ſide, and gratitude guſhed upon his boſom whatever object met his view (16).

But what were the beauties of the landſcape to the living roſes that bloomed on the cheeks of his love! And what were the vernal delights compared to the ſoft thrill of tranſport which the kind glance Rh