Kill A Man's Family, And He May

If I Could Always Read, I Should Never Feel The Want Of Company.

America Is A Model Of Force And Freedom And Moderation - With All The Coarseness And Rudeness Of Its People.

Most Glorious Night! Thou Wert Not Sent For Slumber!

Here Lies Interred In The Eternity Of The Past, From Whence There Is No Resurrection For The Days - Whatever There May Be For The Dust - The Thirty-third Year Of An Ill-spent Life, Which, After A Lingering Disease Of Many Months Sank Into A Lethargy, And Expired, January 22d, 1821, A.d. Leaving A Successor Inconsolable For The Very Loss Which Occasioned Its Existence.

I Have Always Believed That All Things Depended Upon Fortune, And Nothing Upon Ourselves.