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I Love That Man Better Who Swears A Stream As Long As My Arm Yet Deals Justice To His Neighbors And Mercifully Deals His Substance To The Poor, Than The Long, Smooth Faced Hypocrite.

Come, All Ye Lovers Of Liberty, Break The Oppressor's Rod, Loose The Iron Grasp Of Mobocracy, And Bring To Condign Punishment All Those Who Trample Under Foot The Glorious Constitution And The People's Rights.

This Society Is Not Only To Relieve The Poor, But To Save Souls.

Seek To Know God In Your Closets, Call Upon Him In The Fields. Follow The Directions Of The Book Of Mormon, And Pray Over, And For Your Families, Your Cattle, Your Flocks, Your Herds, Your Corn, And All Things That You Possess [see Alma 34:18-27]; Ask The Blessing Of God Upon All Your Labors, And Everything That You Engage In.

I Ask The Citizens Of This Republic Whether Such A State Of Things Is To Be Suffered To Pass Unnoticed, And The Hearts Of Widows, Orphans, And Patriots To Be Broken, And Their Wrongs Left Without Redress? No! I Invoke The Genius Of Our Constitution. I Appeal To The Patriotism Of Americans To Stop This Unlawful And Unholy Procedure; And Pray That God May Defend This Nation From The Dreadful Effects Of Such Outrages.