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“What should we think of a stout and strong Man, that should exert his fury and barbarity on a helpless and innocent Babe? Should we not abhor and detest that man, as a mean, cowardly, and savage wretch, unworthy the stature and strength of a man? No less mean, cowardly, and savage is it, to abuse and torment the innocent Beast, who can neither help himself or avenge himself; and yet has as much right to happiness in this world as a child can have; nay, more right, if this world be his only inheritance.”

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Book:The Duty of Mercy: A Dissertation on the Duty of Mercy and Sin of Cruelty to Brute Animals
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