The Origin Of The Political Relations Between

Man Wants But Little Here Below Nor Wants That Little Long, 'tis Not With Me Exactly So; But 'tis So In The Song. My Wants Are Many, And, If Told, Would Muster Many A Score; And Were Each Wish A Mint Of Gold, I Still Should Long For More.

In Charity To All Mankind, Bearing No Malice Or Ill Will To Any Human Being, And Even Compassionating Those Who Hold In Bondage Their Fellow Men, Not Knowing What They Do.

Human Life, From The Cradle To The Grave, Is A School. At Every Period Of His Existence Man Wants A Teacher. His Pilgrimage Upon Earth Is But A Term Of Childhood, In Which He Is To Be Educated For The Manhood Of A Brighter World. As The Child Must Be Educated For Manhood Upon Earth, So The Man Must Be Educated Upon Earth, For Heaven; And Finally That Where The Foundation Is Not Laid In Time, The Superstructure Can Not Rise For Eternity.

Religious Discord Has Lost Her Sting; The Cumbrous Weapons Of Theological Warfare Are Antiquated: The Field Of Politics Supplies The Alchymists Of Our Times With Materials Of More Fatal Explosion, And The Butchers Of Mankind No Longer Travel To Another World For Instruments Of Cruelty And Destruction.

Whenever Vanity And Gaiety, A Love Of Pomp And Dress, Furniture, Equipage, Buildings, Great Company, Expensive Diversions, And Elegant Entertainments Get The Better Of The Principles And Judgments Of Men And Women, There Is No Knowing Where They Will Stop, Nor Into What Evils, Natural, Moral, Or Political, They Will Lead Us.