The Minority Of A Country Is Never

The Sun Had Not Risen, But The Vault Of Heaven Was Rich With The Winning, Softness That "brings And Shuts The Day," While The Whole Air Was Filled With The Carols Of Birds, The Hymns Of The Feathered Tribe.

The Tendency Of Democracies Is, In All Things, To Mediocrity.

We Live In A World Of Transgressions And Selfishness, And No Pictures That Represent Us Otherwise Can Be True; Though Happily For Human Nature, Gleamings Of That Pure Spirit In Whose Likeness Man Has Been Fashioned, Are To Be Seen, Relieving Its Deformities, And Mitigating, If Not Excusing Its Crimes.

Should We Distrust The Man Because His Manners Are Not Our Manners, And That His Skin Is Dark?

What Will The Axemen Do, When They Have Cut Their Way From Sea To Sea?