Where Labor Stands Idle ... There Is

The Republic Needed To Be Passed Through Chastening, Purifying Fires Of Adversity And Suffering: So These Came And Did Their Work And The Verdure Of A New National Life Springs Greenly, Luxuriantly, From Their Ashes.

A Widow Of Doubtful Age Will Marry Almost Any Sort Of A White Man.

I Am The Inferior Of Any Man Whose Rights I Trample Underfoot.

If, On A Full And Final Review, My Life And Practice Shall Be Found Unworthy Of My Principles, Let Due Infamy Be Heaped On My Memory; But Let None Be Led Thereby To Distrust The Principles To Which I Proved Recreant, Nor Yet The Ability Of Some To Adorn Them By A Suitable Life And Conversation. To Unerring Time Be All This Committed.

The Illusion That Times That Were Are Better Than Those That Are, Has Probably Pervaded All Ages.