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doubted. And well may we excuse such 
fables; they were amiable and affecting; 
they were worth many dull insipid truths ; 
they were sweet emblems to feeling minds. 
The Swan, doubtless, chants not its ap- 
proaching end ; but in speaking of the 
last flight, the expiring effort of a fine 
genius, we shall ever, with tender melan- 
choly, recal the classical and pathetic ex- 
pression, It is the song of the S wan." 
