Soul Of Fibre And Heart Of Oak.

Be A Terror To The Butchers, That They May Be Fair In Their Weight; And Keep Hucksters And Fraudulent Dealers In Awe, For The Same Reason.

Mere Flimflam Stories, And Nothing But Shams And Lies.

For Historians Ought To Be Precise, Truthful, And Quite Unprejudiced, And Neither Interest Nor Fear, Hatred Nor Affection, Should Cause Them To Swerve From The Path Of Truth, Whose Mother Is History, The Rival Of Time, The Depository Of Great Actions, The Witness Of What Is Past, The Example And Instruction Of The Present, The Monitor Of The Future.

The Beauty Of Some Women Has Days And Seasons, Depending Upon Accidents Which Diminish Or Increase It; Nay, The Very Passions Of The Mind Naturally Improve Or Impair It, And Very Often Utterly Destroy It.

Journey Over All The Universe In A Map, Without The Expense And Fatigue Of Traveling, Without Suffering The Inconveniences Of Heat, Cold, Hunger, And Thirst.