Were My Soul Trembling On The Wing

I Have The Highest Veneration Of Those Gentleman, -- But, Sir, Give Me Leave To Demand, What Right Had They To Say, We, The People? My Political Curiosity, Exclusive Of My Anxious Solicitude For The Public Welfare, Leads Me To Ask Who Authorized Them To Speak The Language Of, We, The People, Instead Of We, The States? States Are The Characteristics, And The Soul Of The Confederation. If The States Be Not The Agents Of This Compact, It Must Be One Of Great Consolidated National Government Of The People Of All The States.

The Battle, Sir, Is Not To The Strong Alone; It Is To The Vigilant, The Active, The Brave.

When The American Spirit Was In Its Youth, The Language Of America Was Different: Liberty, Sir, Was The Primary Object.

Whether This Will Prove A Blessing Or A Curse, Will Depend Upon The Use Our People Will Make Of The Blessings Which A Gracious God Hath Bestowed On Us. If They Are Wise, They Will Be Great And Happy. If They Are Of A Contrary Character, They Will Be Miserable. Righteousness Alone Can Exalt Them As A Nation. Reader! Whoever Thou Art, Remember This: And In Thy Sphere Practice Virtue Thyself, An Encourage It In Others.

They Tell Us, Sir, That We Are Weak; Unable To Cope With So Formidable An Adversary. But When Shall We Be Stronger? Will It Be The Next Week, Or The Next Year? Will It Be When We Are Totally Disarmed, And When A British Guard Shall Be Stationed In Every House?