I Think We Must Get Rid Of

My Angel,-his Name Is Freedom,- Choose Him To Be Your King; He Shall Cut Pathways East And West, And Fend You With His Wing.

Children Are All Foreigners.

Our Chief Want In Life Is Somebody Who Will Make Us Do What We Can.

Only By Obedience To His Genius; Only By The Freest Activity In The Way Constitutional To Him, Does An Angel Seem To Arise Beforea Man, And Lead Him By The Hand Out Of All The Wards Of The Prison.

We Must Set Up A Strong Present Tense Against All Rumors Of Wrath, Past And To Come.