Every Man Meets His Waterloo At Last.

What Gunpowder Did For War, The Printing-press Has Done For The Mind; And The Statesman Is No Longer Clad In The Steel Of Special Education, But Every Reading Man Is His Judge.

Political Convulsions, Like Geological Upheavings Usher In New Epochs Of The World's Progress.

Politics Is But The Common Pulse-beat, Of Which Revolution Is The Fever-spasm.

How Prudently Most Men Creep Into Nameless Graves, While Now And Then One Or Two Forget Themselves Into Immortality.

Republics Exist Only On Tenure Of Being Agitated.