New York Is Essentially National In Interest,

The Demagogue Is Usually Sly, A Detractor Of Others, A Professor Of Humility And Disinterestedness, A Great Stickler For Equality As Respects All Above Him, A Man Who Acts In Corners, And Avoids Open And Manly Expositions Of His Course, Calls Blackguards Gentlemen, And Gentlemen Folks, Appeals To Passions And Prejudices Rather Than To Reason, And Is In All Respects, A Man Of Intrigue And Deception, Of Sly Cunning And Management.

The Vulgar Charge That The Tendency Of Democracies Is To Leveling, Meaning To Drag All Down To The Level Of The Lowest, Is Singularly Untrue; Its Real Tendency Being To Elevate The Depressed To A Condition Not Unworthy Of Their Manhood.

There Is A Destiny In War, To Which A Brave Man Knows How To Submit With The Same Courage That He Faces His Foes.

Near The Centre Of That State Of New York Lies An Extensive District Of Country, Whose Surface Is A Succession Of Hills And Dales, Or, To Speak With Greater Deference To Geographical Definitions, Of Mountains And Valleys.

It Was A Feature Peculiar To The Colonial Wars Of North America, That The Toils And Dangers Of The Wilderness Were To Be Encountered, Before The Adverse Hosts Could Meet. A Wide, And, Apparently, An Impervious Boundary Of Forests, Severed The Possessions Of The Hostile Provinces Of France And England. The Hardy Colonist, And The Trained European Who Fought At His Side, Frequently Expended Months In Struggling Against The Rapids Of The Streams, Or In Effecting The Rugged Passes Of The Mountains, In Quest Of An Opportunity To Exhibit Their Courage In A More Martial Conflict.