There Is A Pleasure In The Pathless

The Flesh Is Sweeter, Where The Creature Has Some Chance For Its Life; For That Reason, I Always Use A Single Ball, Even If It Be At A Bird Or A Squirrel; Besides, It Saves Lead, For, When A Body Knows How To Shoot, One Piece Of Lead Is Enough For All, Except Hard-lived Animals.

In America The Taint Of Sectarianism Lies Broad Upon The Land. Not Content With Acknowledging The Supremacy As The Diety, And With Erecting Temples In His Honor, Where All Can Bow Down With Reverence, The Pride And Vanity Of Human Reason Enter Into And Pollute Our Worship, And The Houses That Should Be Of God And For God, Alone, Where He Is To Be Honored With Submissive Faith, Are Too Often Merely Schools Of Metaphysical And Useless Distinctions. The Nation Is Sectarian, Rather Than Christian.

The Affairs Of Life Embrace A Multitude Of Interests, And He Who Reasons In Any One Of Them, Without Consulting The Rest, Is A Visionary Unsuited To Control The Business Of The World.

As For Bread, I Count That For Nothin'. We Always Have Bread And Potatoes Enough; But I Hold A Family To Be In A Desperate Way When The Mother Can See The Bottom Of The Pork Barrel. Give Me Children That's Raised On Good Sound Pork Afore All The Game In The Country. Game's Good As A Relish And So's Bread; But Pork Is The Staff Of Life... My Children I Calkerlate To Bring Up On Pork With Just As Much Bread And Butter As They Want.

No One, Who Is Familiar With The Bustle And Activity Of An American Commercial Town, Would Recognise, In The Repose Which Now Reigns In The Ancient Mart Of Rhode Island, A Place That, In Its Day, Has Been Ranked Amongst The Most Important Ports Along The Whole Line Of Our Extended Coast.