I Die But First I Have Possessed,

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.

Good But Rarely Came From Good Advice.

My Hair Is Grey, But Not With Years, Nor Grew It White In A Single Night, As Men's Have Grown From Sudden Fears.

Are We Aware Of Our Obligations To A Mob? It Is The Mob That Labor In Your Fields And Serve In Your Houses - That Man Your Navy, And Recruit Your Army - That Have Enabled You To Defy The World, And Can Also Defy You When Neglect And Calamity Have Driven Them To Despair. You May Call The People A Mob; But Do Not Forget That A Mob Too Often Speaks The Sentiments Of The People.

No Ear Can Hear Nor Tongue Can Tell The Tortures Of The Inward Hell!