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A Finnan Haddock Has A Relish Of A Peculiar And Delicate Flavour, Inimitable On Any Other Coast Than That Of Aberdeenshire. Some Of Our Edinburgh Philosophers Tried To Produce Their Equal In Vain. I Was One Of A Party At Dinner Where The Philosophical Haddocks Were Placed In Competition With The Genuine Finnan Fish. These Were Served Round Without Distinguishing Whence They Came; But Only One Gentleman Out Of Twelve Present Espoused The Cause Of Philosophy.

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A Finnan Haddock Has A Relish Of A Peculiar And Delicate Flavour, Inimitable On Any Other Coast Than That Of Aberdeenshire. Some Of Our Edinburgh Philosophers Tried To Produce Their Equal In Vain. I Was One Of A Party At Dinner Where The Philosophical Haddocks Were Placed In Competition With The Genuine Finnan Fish. These Were Served Round Without Distinguishing Whence They Came; But Only One Gentleman Out Of Twelve Present Espoused The Cause Of Philosophy.

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Some Feelings Are To Mortals Given With Less Of Earth In Them Than Heaven.

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Some Touch Of Nature's Genial Glow.

Blud's Thicker Than Water.

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Chess Is A Sad Waste Of Brains.

A Good Deal Of Philanthropy Arises In General From Mere Vanity And Love Of Distinction Gilded Over To Others And To Themselves With Some Show Of Benevolent Sentiment.

Threatened Folk Live Long.

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Where Shall The Lover Rest, Whom The Fates Sever From His True Maiden's Breast, Parted For Ever? Where, Through Groves Deep And High, Sounds The Far Billow, Where Early Violets Die, Under The Willow.

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