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CAIN's LAMENTATIONS OVER ABEL. BOOK THE FIRST.
THUS spake CAIN to creation, 'Be calm, be serene; let an awful silence reign throughout the wounded face of nature! Be reposed in solemn sadness, all ye cheer∣ful inhabitants of the creation! happiness is banished from your peaceful retreats; harmony no longer accompanies your social retirements; for the gloomy horrors of melancholy have found an entrance into the habitations of mortals, and the per∣spective views of felicity are buried in the gulph of infernal temptations. Short and momentary have been the days of hope allotted to the first born of mankind; like the wings of the mounting eagle, have ta∣ken