I Cannot, If I Am In The

Let Me Alone: I Have Yet My Legs And One Arm. Tell The Surgeon To Make Haste And His Instruments. I Know I Must Lose My Right Arm, So The Sooner It's Off The Better.

Hardy, I Do Believe They Have Done It At Last... My Backbone Is Shot Through.

My Character And Good Name Are In My Own Keeping. Life With Disgrace Is Dreadful. A Glorious Death Is To Be Envied.

Our Country Will, I Believe, Sooner Forgive An Officer For Attacking His Enemy Than For Letting It Alone.

The Politics Of Courts Are So Mean That Private People Would Be Ashamed To Act In The Same Way; All Is Trick And Finesse, To Which The Common Cause Is Sacrificed.