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A System In Which The Two Great Commandments Are To Hate Your Neighbor And To Love Your Neighbor's Wife.

The Upper Current Of Society Presents No Pertain Criterion By Which We Can Judge Of The Direction In Which The Under Current Flows.

Those Who Seem To Load The Public Taste Are, In General, Merely Outrunning It In The Direction Which It Is Spontaneously Pursuing.

None Of The Modes By Which A Magistrate Is Appointed, Popular Election, The Accident Of The Lot, Or The Accident Of Birth, Affords, As Far As We Can Perceive, Much Security For His Being Wiser Than Any Of His Neighbours. The Chance Of His Being Wiser Than All His Neighbours Together Is Still Smaller.

The Spartan, Smiting And Spurning The Wretched Helot, Moves Our Disgust. But The Same Spartan, Calmly Dressing His Hair, And Uttering His Concise Jests, On What The Well Knows To Be His Last Day, In The Pass Of Thermopylae, Is Not To Be Contemplated Without Admiration.