Justice august and pure, the abstract idea of all that would be perfect in the spirits and the inspirations of men where the mind rises where the heart expands where the countenance is ever placid and benign where her favorite attitude is to stoop to the unfortunate to hear their cry and to help them to rescue and relieve to succor and save majestic, from its mercy venerable, from its Lutility uplifted, without pride firm without obduracy beneficent in each preference lovely, though in her frown.
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