And he, who turn'd the waters into blood, / Shall next incarnadine these desart sands, / Whilst dogs and vultures hunt us on the track.

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more fond on her than she upon her love

We have, at present, no gaines resembling those of the ancients ; except now and then a bull or a bear bait, and this would be a valuable additon to the list of our refined amusements. “