Maids Must Be Wives, And Mothers, To

Though The Negroes Are Fed, Clothed, And Housed, And Though The Irish Peasant Is Starved, Naked, And Roofless, The Bare Name Of Freemen-the Lordship Over His Own Person, The Power To Choose And Will-are Blessings Beyond Food, Raiment, Or Shelter; Possessing Which, The Want Of Every Comfort Of Life Is Yet More Tolerable Than Their Fullest Enjoyment Without Them.

Those That We Love Never Alter, Unless We Cease To Love Them.

I Have Been Taking My Daily Walk Round The Island, And Visited The Sugar Mill And The Threshing Mill Again.

The Plodding Thrift And Scrupulous Integrity And Long-winded Patient Industry Of Our Business Men Of The Last Century Are Out Of Fashion In These "giddy-paced" Times, And England Is Forgetting That Those Who Make Haste To Be Rich Can Hardly Avoid Much Temptation And Some Sin.

[on John Brown:] The Poor Wretch Is Hanged, But From His Grave A Root Of Bitterness Will Spring, The Fruit Of Which At No Distant Day May Be Disunion And Civil War.