The Gallery In Which The Reporters Sit

Nothing Except The Mint Can Make Money Without Advertising.

The Knowledge Of The Theory Of Logic Has No Tendency Whatever To Make Men Good Reasoners.

Every Age And Every Nation Has Certain Characteristic Vices, Which Prevail Almost Universally, Which Scarcely Any Person Scruples To Avow, And Which Even Rigid Moralists But Faintly Censure. Succeeding Generations Change The Fashion Of Their Morals With The Fashion Of Their Hats And Their Coaches; Take Some Other Kind Of Wickedness Under Their Patronage, And Wonder At The Depravity Of Their Ancestors.

Every Generation Enjoys The Use Of A Vast Hoard Bequeathed To It By Antiquity, And Transmits That Hoard, Augmented By Fresh Acquisitions, To Future Ages.

In The Infancy Of Civilization, When Our Island Was As Savage As New Guinea, When Letters And Arts Were Still Unknown To Athens, When Scarcely A Thatched Roofed Hut Stood On What Was Later The Site Of Rome, This Contemned People Had Their Fenced Cities And Cedar Palaces, Their Splendid Temple, Their Fleets Of Merchant Ships, Their Schools Of Sacred Learning, Their Great Statesmen And Soldiers, Their Natural Philosophers, Their Historians And Their Poets.