The Prospective Review: A Quarterly Journal of Theology and Literature, Том 9John Chapman, 1853 |
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... Abide by and adhere to a faithful execution of the acts known as the compromise measures , settled by the last Congress — the act for reclaiming fugitive slaves from service or labour included ; and to resist all attempts at renewing in ...
... Abide by and adhere to a faithful execution of the acts known as the compromise measures , settled by the last Congress — the act for reclaiming fugitive slaves from service or labour included ; and to resist all attempts at renewing in ...
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