Every Man Meets His Waterloo At Last.

To Hear Some Men Talk Of The Government, You Would Suppose That Congress Was The Law Of Gravitation, And Kept The Planets In Their Places.

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

Our Agitation, You Know, Helps Keep Yours Alive In The Rank And File.

Eternal Vigilance Is The Price Of Liberty; Power Is Ever Stealing From The Many To The Few. The Manna Of Popular Liberty Must Be Gathered Each Day Or It Is Rotten. The Living Sap Of Today Outgrows The Dead Rind Of Yesterday. The Hand Entrusted With Power Becomes, Either Form Human Depravity Or Esprit De Corps, The Necessary Enemy Of The People. Only By Continued Oversight Can The Democrat In Office Be Prevented From Hardening Into A Despot; Only By Unintermitted Agitation Can A People Be Sufficiently Awake To Principle Not To Let Liberty Be Smothered In Material Prosperity.

Politicians Are Like The Bones Of A Horse's Foreshoulder-not A Straight One In It.