And To Be Wroth With One We

A Grief Without A Pang, Void, Dark And Drear, A Drowsy, Stifled, Unimpassioned Grief, Which Finds No Natural Outlet Or Relief, In Word, Or Sigh, Or Tear.

We Should Manage Our Thoughts As Shepherds Do Their Flowers In Making A Garland: First, Select The Choicest, And Then Dispose Them In The Most Proper Places, That Every One May Reflect A Part Of Its Color And Brightness On The Next.

Thou Rising Sun! Thou Blue Rejoicing Sky! Yea! Every Thing That Is And Will Be Free! Bear Witness For Me, Whereso'er Ye Be, With What Deep Worship I Have Still Adored The Spirit Of Divinest Liberty.

May All The Stars Hang Bright Above Her Dwelling, Silent As Though They Watched The Sleeping Earth!

You Talk About Making This Article Cheaper By Reducing Its Price In The Market From 8 D. To 6 D. But Suppose, In So Doing, You Have Rendered Your Country Weaker Against A Foreign Foe; Suppose You Have Demoralized Thousands Of Your Fellow-countrymen, And Have Sown Discontent Between One Class Of Society And Another, Your Article Is Tolerably Dear, I Take It, After All.