I Have Reached The Summit Of My

If Blacks Were Given The Right To Vote, That Would Place Every Splay-footed, Bandy-shanked, Hump-backed, Thick-lipped, Flat-nosed, Woolly-headed, Ebon-colored In The Country Upon An Equality With The Poor White Man.

Honest Conviction Is My Courage; The Constitution Is My Guide.

If I Am To Be Shot At, I Want No Man To Be In The Way Of The Bullet.

I Have Performed My Duty To My God, My Country, And My Family. I Have Nothing To Fear In Approaching Death. To Me It Is The Mere Shadow Of God's Protecting Wing . . . Here I Will Rest In Quiet And Peace Beyond The Reach Of Calumny's Poisoned Shaft, The Influence Of Envy And Jealous Enemies, Where Treason And Traitors Or State Backsliders And Hypocrites In Church Can Have No Peace.

Tyranny And Despotism Can Be Exercised By Many, More Rigorously, More Vigorously, And More Severely, Than By One.