But What Is To Be The Fate

But I Do Not Remember Ever Having Seen A Newspaper In The House; And, Most Certainly, That Privation Did Not Render Us Less Industrious, Happy, Or Free.

Having Still In My Recollection So Many Excellent Men, To Whose Grandfathers, Upon The Same Spots, My Grandfather Had Yielded Cheerful Obedience And Reverence, It Is Not Without Sincere Sorrow That I Have Beheld Many Of The Sons Of These Men Driven From Their Fathers' Mansions, Or Holding Them As Little Better Than Tenants Or Stewards, While The Swarms Of Placemen, Pensioners, Contractors, And Nabobs... Have Usurped A Large Part Of The Soil.

But What Is To Be The Fate Of The Great Wen Of All? The Monster, Called, By The Silly Coxcombs Of The Press, "the Metropolis Of The Empire"?

Norwich Is A Very Fine City, And The Castle, Which Stands In The Middle Of It, On A Hill, Is Truly Majestic.

Freedom Is Not An Empty Sound; It Is Not An Abstract Idea; It Is Not A Thing That Nobody Can Feel. It Means, - And It Means Nothing Else, - The Full And Quiet Enjoyment Of Your Own Property. If You Have Not This, If This Be Not Well Secured To You, You May Call Yourself What You Will, But You Are A Slave.