It Is Impossible To Enslave, Mentally Or

We Hope Never To Live In A Republic Where One Section Is Pinned To The Other Section By Bayonets.

The Best Style Of Writing, As Well As The Most Forcible, Is The Plainest.

Great Grief Makes Sacred Those Upon Whom Its Hand Is Laid. Joy May Elevate, Ambition Glorify, But Sorrow Alone Can Consecrate.

We Should Not Care Much Whether Those Thus United (against Slavery) Were Designated 'whig,' 'free Democrat' Or Something Else; Though We Think Some Simple Name Like 'republican' Would More Fitly Designate Those Who Had United To Restore The Union To Its True Mission Of Champion And Promulgator Of Liberty Rather Than Propagandist Of Slavery.

Washington Is Not A Place To Live In. The Rents Are High, The Food Is Bad, The Dust Is Disgusting And The Morals Are Deplorable. Go West, Young Man, Go West And Grow Up With The Country.