There Is No Sanctuary Of Virtue Like

This Glorious Union Shall Not Perish! Precious Legacy Of Our Fathers, It Shall Go Down Honored And Cherished To Our Children. Generations Unborn Shall Enjoy Its Privileges As We Have Done; And If We Leave Them Poor In All Besides, We Will Transmit To Them The Boundless Wealth Of Its Blessings!

An Earthly Immortality Belongs To A Great And Good Character. History Embalms It; It Lives In Its Moral Influence, In Its Authority, In Its Example, In The Memory Of The Words And Deeds In Which It Was Manifested; And As Every Age Adds To The Illustrations Of Its Efficacy, It May Chance To Be The Best Understood By A Remote Posterity.

General Reynolds Immediately Found Himself Engaged With A Force Which Greatly Outnumbered His Own, And Had Scarcely Made His Dispositions For The Action When He Fell, Mortally Wounded, At The Head Of His Advance.

We Have Now In Our Possession Three Instruments Of Civilization, Unknown To Antiquity. These Are The Art Of Printing; Free Representative Government; And, Lastly, A Pure And Spiritual Religion, The Deep Fountain Of Generous Enthusiasm, The Mighty Spring Of Bold And Lofty Designs, The Great Sanctuary Of Moral Power.

You Shall Not Pile, With Servile Toil, Your Monuments Upon My Breast, Nor Yet Within The Common Soil, Lay Down The Wreck Of Power To Rest...