Whether To The Nation Or To The

A Barbarian Who Could Not Write A Sentence Of Grammar And Hardly Could Spell His Own Name.... One Of Our Tribe Of Great Men Who Turn Disease To Commodity...he Craves The Sympathy For Sickness As A Portion Of His Glory.

A Gentleman Of One Of The First Fortunes Upon The Continent...sacrificing His Ease, And Hazarding All In The Cause Of His Country.

It Has Been My Custom For Many Years To Read The Bible In Its Entirety Once A Year

Death Fixes Forever The Relation Existing Between The Departed Spirit And The Survivors Upon Earth.

My Hopes Of A Future Life Are All Founded Upon The Gospel Of Christ And I Cannot Cavil Or Quibble Away... The Whole Tenor Of His Conduct By Which He Sometimes Positively Asserted And At Others Countenances His Disciples In Asserting That He Was God.