Be Ashamed To Die Until You Have

So, In The Infinitely Nobler Battle In Which You Are Engaged Against Error And Wrong, If Ever Repulsed Or Stricken Down, May You Always Be Solaced And Cheered By The Exulting Cry Of Triumph Over Some Abuse In Church Or State, Some Vice Or Folly In Society, Some False Opinion Or Cruelty Or Guilt Which You Have Overcome! And I Beseech You To Treasure Up In Your Hearts These My Parting Words: Be Ashamed To Die Until You Have Won Some Victory For Humanity.

Manners Easily And Rapidly Mature Into Morals.

To-day Massachusetts; And The Whole Of The American Republic, From The Border Of Maine To The Pacific Slopes, And From The Lakes To The Gulf, Stand Upon The Immutable And Everlasting Principles Of Equal And Exact Justice. The Days Of Unrequited Labor Are Numbered With The Past. Fugitive Slave Laws Are Only Remembered As Relics Of That Barbarism Which John Wesley Pronounced "the Sum Of All Villainies," And Whose Knowledge Of Its Blighting Effects Was Matured By His Travels In Georgia And The Carolinas.

Love--that Divine Fire Which Was Made To Light And Warm The Temple Of Home--sometimes Burns At Unholy Altars.

Give Me A House Furnished With Books Rather Than Furniture! Both, If You Can, But Books At Any Rate!