Praise The Child, And You Make Love

But I Do Not Remember Ever Having Seen A Newspaper In The House; And, Most Certainly, That Privation Did Not Render Us Less Industrious, Happy, Or Free.

Having Still In My Recollection So Many Excellent Men, To Whose Grandfathers, Upon The Same Spots, My Grandfather Had Yielded Cheerful Obedience And Reverence, It Is Not Without Sincere Sorrow That I Have Beheld Many Of The Sons Of These Men Driven From Their Fathers' Mansions, Or Holding Them As Little Better Than Tenants Or Stewards, While The Swarms Of Placemen, Pensioners, Contractors, And Nabobs... Have Usurped A Large Part Of The Soil.

From A Very Early Age I Had Imbibed The Opinion That It Was Every Man's Duty To Do All That Lay In His Power To Leave His Country As Good As He Had Found It.

Women Are A Sisterhood. They Make Common Cause In Behalf Of The Sex; And, Indeed, This Is Natural Enough, When We Consider The Vast Power That The Law Gives Us Over Them.

But What Is To Be The Fate Of The Great Wen Of All? The Monster, Called, By The Silly Coxcombs Of The Press, "the Metropolis Of The Empire"?