It Has Been Said, And Perhaps With

The Germs Of Existence Contained In This Spot Of Earth, With Ample Food, And Ample Room To Expand In, Would Fill Millions Of Worlds In The Course Of A Few Thousand Years.

The Friend Of The Present Order Of Things Condemns All Political Speculations In The Gross.

The Exertions That Men Find It Necessary To Make, In Order To Support Themselves Or Families, Frequently Awaken Faculties That Might Otherwise Have Lain For Ever Dormant, And It Has Been Commonly Remarked That New And Extraordinary Situations Generally Create Minds Adequate To Grapple With The Difficulties In Which They Are Involved.

It Is A Mere Futile Process To Exchange One Set Of Commodities For Another, If The Parties; After This New Distribution Of Goods Has Taken Place, Are Not Better Off Than They Were Before.

The Labouring Poor, To Use A Vulgar Expression, Seem Always To Live From Hand To Mouth. Their Present Wants Employ Their Whole Whole Attention, And They Seldom Think Of The Future. Even When They Have An Opportunity Of Saving They Seldom Exercise It, But All That Is Beyond Their Present Neccessities Goes, Generally Speaking, To The Ale House.