The Plainest Print Cannot Be Read Through

With The Fearful Strain That Is On Me Night And Day, If I Did Not Laugh I Should Die.

When I Got Him Out He Was Near Froze Solid And Shivering. He Was Shaking So Hard That I Wasted Half A Glass Of Whiskey Trying To Aim It For His Mouth. Must Have Got Enough Of It Into Him, Though, Since It Did Seem To Bring Him Back To Life.

It Is To Deny, What The History Of The World Tells Us Is True, To Suppose That Men Of Ambition And Talents Will Not Continue To Spring Up Amongst Us. And, When They Do, They Will As Naturally Seek The Gratification Of Their Ruling Passion, As Others Have So Done Before Them.

Let Reverence For The Laws . . . Become The Political Religion Of The Nation.

Leave Nothing For To-morrow Which Can Be Done To-day.