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...of pleasure, or the burst of revelry? It buries every error, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment! From its peaceful bosom spring none but...regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down, even upon the grave of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb, that he should ever have warred...

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