The Heart Of The People, North And

The Evil, Sir, Is Enormous; The Inevitable Suffering Incalculable. Do Not Stain The Fair Fame Of The Country. . . . Nations Of Dependent Indians, Against Their Will, Under Color Of Law, Are Driven From Their Homes Into The Wilderness. You Cannot Explain It; You Cannot Reason It Away. . . . Our Friends Will View This Measure With Sorrow, And Our Enemies Alone With Joy. And We Ourselves, Sir, When The Interests And Passions Of The Day Are Past, Shall Look Back Upon It, I Fear, With Self-reproach, And A Regret As Bitter As Unavailing.

An Earthly Immortality Belongs To A Great And Good Character. History Embalms It; It Lives In Its Moral Influence, In Its Authority, In Its Example, In The Memory Of The Words And Deeds In Which It Was Manifested; And As Every Age Adds To The Illustrations Of Its Efficacy, It May Chance To Be The Best Understood By A Remote Posterity.

I Should Be Glad If I Could Flatter Myself That I Came As Near The Central Idea Of The Occasion, In Two Hours, As You Did In Two Minutes.

Beneath A Free Government There Is Nothing But The Intelligence Of The People To Keep The People's Peace. Order Must Be Preserved, Not By A Military Police Or Regiments Of Horse-guards, But By The Spontaneous Concert Of A Well-informed Population, Resolved That The Rights Which Have Been Rescued From Despotism Shall Not Be Subverted By Anarchy.

The Man Who Stands Upon His Own Soil, Who Feels, By The Laws Of The Land In Which He Lives,-by The Laws Of Civilized Nations,-he Is The Rightful And Exclusive Owner Of The Land Which He Tills, Is, By The Constitution Of Our Nature, Under A Wholesome Influence, Not Easily Imbibed From Any Other Source.