I Am More And More Convinced That

We Have Too Many High-sounding Words, And Too Few Actions That Correspond With Them.

My Dear Son... Remember That You Are Accountable To Your Maker For All Your Words And Actions.

You Cannot Know, Should I Discribe To You; The Feelings Of A Parent . . . . Four Years Have Already Past Away Since You Left Your Native Land, And This Rural Cottage-humble Indeed, When Compared To The Palaces You Have Visited, And The Pomp You Have Been Witness To. But I Dare Say You Have Not Been So Inattentive An Observer, As To Suppose That Sweet Peace, And Contentment, Cannot Inhabit The Lowly Roof, And Bless The Tranquil Inhabitants, Equally Guarded And Protected, In Person And Property, In This Happy Country, As Those Who Reside In The Most Elegant And Costly Dwellings.

I Am More And More Convinced That Man Is A Dangerous Creature And That Power, Whether Vested In Many Or A Few, Is Ever Grasping, And Like The Grave, Cries, 'give, Give.'

I Feel Anxious For The Fate Of Our Monarchy, Or Democracy, Or Whatever Is To Take Place. I Soon Get Lost In A Labyrinth Of Perplexities; But, Whatever Occurs, May Justice And Righteousness Be The Stability Of Our Times, And Order Arise Out Of Confusion. Great Difficulties May Be Surmounted By Patience And Perseverance.