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and the murmurs of the Street into the sound of the Trumpet. The Cloud like an hand, became a Magazine of Storms, and our New lights set us all on Fire. The Pulpit sounded as much Warr as the Drum ; |
and the murmurs of the Street into the found of the Trumpet. The Cloud like an hand, became a Magazine of Storms, and our New lights Set us all on Fire. The Pulpit sounded as much War as the Drum; |
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