Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Let me call myself, for the present, William Wil son. The fair page now lying before me need not be sullied with my real appellation. This has been already too much an object for the scorn – for the horror for the detestation of my race. TO the utter most regions of the globe have not the indignant winds bruited its unparalleled infamy? Oh, Outcast of all outcasts most abandoned! -to the earth art their not forever dead? To its honors, to its flowers, to its golden aspirations and a cloud, dense, dis mal, and limitless, does it not hang eternally between thy hopes and heaven?
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