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For, within the city lines a crawling, sticky stream, nor picturesque nor sweet to sight or smell, it yet hath smothered passions of its own, and for no graver provocation than an April shower will burst its feeble bounds, and, like Leigh Hunt's pig in Smithfield market, rush up all manner of streets,
and over bridges, and down cellars, and through an unclassified abomination of mongeries, distributing mud, dead cats and promiscuous stenches with happy, lavish malice.
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For,
within
the
city
lines
a
crawling,
sticky
stream,
nor
picturesque
nor
sweet
to
sight
or
smell,
it
yet
hath
smothered
passions
of
its
own,
and
for
no
graver
provocation
than
an
April
shower
will
burst
its
feeble
bounds,
and,
like
Leigh
Hunt's
pig
in
Smithfield
market,
"rush
up
all
manner
of
streets,"
and
over
bridges,
and
down
cellars,
and
through
an
unclassified
abomination
of
mongeries,
distributing
mud,
dead
cats
and
promiscuous
stenches
with
happy,
lavish
malice.