A Taste For Books, Which Is Still

Books Are Those Faithful Mirrors That Reflect To Our Mind The Minds Of Sages And Heroes.

Bad Roads And Indifferent Inns, ... The Continual Converse One Is Obliged To Have With The Vilest Part Of Mankind - Innkeepers, Post-masters, And Custom House Officers.

In The Purer Ages Of The Commonwealth, The Use Of Arms Was Reserved For Those Ranks Of Citizens Who Had A Country To Love, A Property To Defend, And Some Share In Enacting Those Laws Which It Was Their Interest, As Well As Duty, To Maintain. But In Proportion As The Public Freedom Was Lost In Extent Of Conquest, War Was Gradually Improved Into An Art, And Degraded Into A Trade.

The Fabric Of A Mighty State, Which Has Been Reared By The Labours Of Successive Ages, Could Not Be Overturned By The Misfortune Of A Single Day, If The Fatal Power Of The Imagination Did Not Exaggerate The Real Measure Of The Calamity.

'i Believe In O­ne God And Mohammed The Apostle Of God,' Is The Simple And Invariable Profession Of Islam. The Intellectual Image Of The Deity Has Never Been Degraded By Any Visible Idol; The Honours Of The Prophet Have Never Transgressed The Measure Of Human Virtue, And His Living Precepts Have Restrained The Gratitude Of His Disciples Within The Bounds Of Reason And Religion.