Madame De Stael Talks Herself Into A

To Brand Man With Infamy, And Let Him Free, Is An Absurdity That Peoples Our Forests With Assassins.

Assassinate Me You May; Intimidate Me You Cannot.

But As In Wailing There's Nought Availing, And Death Unfailing Will Strike The Blow, Then For That Reason, And For A Season, Let Us Be Merry Before We Go.

His Smile Is Like The Silver Plate On A Coffin.

It Is The Common Fate Of The Indolent To See Their Rights Become Prey To The Active. The Conditions Upon Which God Hath Given Liberty To Man Is Eternal Vigilance; Which Condition If He Break, Servitude Is At Once The Consequence Of His Crime, And The Punishment Of His Guilt.