Account of the life of Mr. John Home. Appendix to biographical account of Mr. John Home, consisting of letters to and from his friends. Agis. Douglas.-v. 2. Siege of Aquileia. The fatal discovery. Alonzo. Alfred. History of the rebellion, 1745.-v. 3. History of the rebellion (cont.)-Appendix [letters and documents illustrating the history

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