But I Do Not Remember Ever Having

To Suppose Such A Thing Possible As A Society, In Which Men, Who Are Able And Willing To Work, Cannot Support Their Families, And Ought, With A Great Part Of The Women, To Be Compelled To Lead A Life Of Celibacy, For Fear Of Having Children To Be Starved; To Suppose Such A Thing Possible Is Monstrous.

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.

The Very Hirelings Of The Press, Whose Trade It Is To Buoy Up The Spirits Of The People... Have Uttered Falsehoods So Long, They Have Played Off So Many Tricks, That Their Budget Seems, At Last, To Be Quite Empty.

Westbury, A Nasty Odious Rotten-borough, A Really Rotten Place.

Nothing Is So Well Calculated To Produce A Death-like Torpor In The Country As An Extended System Of Taxation And A Great National Debt.