Grave-stones Tell Truth Scarce Forty Years. Generations

Forcible Ways Make Not An End Of Evil, But Leave Hatred And Malice Behind Them.

I Believe The World Grows Near Its End, Yet Is Neither Old Nor Decayed, Nor Will Ever Perish Upon The Ruins Of Its Own Principles.

Many-have Too Rashly Charged The Troops Of Error, And Remain As Trophies Unto The Enemies Of Truth.

Yes, Even Amongst Wiser Militants, How Many Wounds Have Been Given, And Credits Slain, For The Poor Victory Of An Opinion, Or Beggarly Conquest Of A Distinction.

Life Itself Is But The Shadow Of Death, And Souls Departed But The Shadows Of The Living.