Ever The Characteristic Manners Of Cowardice.

Truth Travels Down From The Heights Of Philosophy To The Humblest Walks Of Life, And Up From The Simplest Perceptions Of An Awakened Intellect To The Discoveries Which Almost Change The Face Of The World. At Every Stage Of Its Progress It Is Genial, Luminous, Creative.

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.

Agriculture Seems To Be The First Pursuit Of Civilized Man. It Enables Him To Escape From The Life Of The Savage, And Wandering Shepherd, Into That Of Social Man, Gathered Into Fixed Communities And Surrounding Himself With The Comforts And Blessings Of Neighborhood, Country, And Home. It Is Agriculture Alone, That Fixes Men In Stationary Dwellings, In Villages, In Towns, And Cities, And Enables The Work Of Civilizations, In All Its Branches, To Go On.

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.

When I Am Dead, No Pageant Train Shall Waste Their Sorrows At My Bier. Nor Worthless Pomp Of Homage Vain Stain It With Hypocritic Tear.