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NM.767.029
11 May 1767:21 (453)
The sentiments of humanity incline us to comfort the
miserable, and it is falling in the most essential duties to
abandon them in their pressing occasions. . . . On the
contrary how justly does Mr. Somerville, in his chase,
compare such persons to a pack of hounds, worrying one of
their own wounded species to death.
Panting, half dead, the conquer'd champion lies:
Then sudden all the [?] ignoble crowd,
Loud clam'ring scene the helpless worried wretch,
And, thirsting for his blood, drag different ways
. . . [5 more lines, essay continues]
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