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Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil, as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave, or tortured the living animal to animate the lifeless clay?
4 It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils.
The different accidents of life are not so changeable as the feelings of human nature.
