Times Change, And We Change With Them.

Conscience, That Vicegerent Of God In The Human Heart, Whose "still Small Voice" The Loudest Revelry Cannot Drown.

There Is Nothing More Corrupting, Nothing More Destructive Of The Noblest And Finest Feelings Of Our Nature, Than The Exercise Of Unlimited Power.

Is One Of The Fairest Portions Of The Globe To Remain In A State Of Nature, The Haunt Of A Few Wretched Savages, When It Seems Destined By The Creator To Give Support To A Large Population And To Be The Seat Of Civilization?

A Decent And Manly Examination Of The Acts Of Government Should Not Only Be Tolerated, But Encouraged.

The Chains Of Military Despotism, Once Fastened Upon A Nation, Ages Might Pass Away Before They Could Be Shaken Off.