I Have Discovered That We May Be

Friendship, "the Wine Of Life," Should, Like A Well-stocked Cellar, Be Continually Renewed.

Nay, Sir, It Was Not The Wine That Made Your Head Ache, But The Sense That I Put Into It' 'what, Sir! Will Sense Make The Head Ache?' 'yes, Sir, (with A Smile,) When It Is Not Used To It.

To Abolish A Status, Which In All Ages God Has Sanctioned, And Man Has Continued, Would Not Only Be Robbery To An Innumerable Class Of Our Fellow-subjects; But It Would Be Extreme Cruelty To The African Savages, A Portion Of Whom It Saves From Massacre, Or Intolerable Bondage In Their Own Country, And Introduces Into A Much Happier State Of Life; Especially Now When Their Passage To The West-indies And Their Treatment There Is Humanely Regulated.

My Curiosity To See The Melancholy Spectacle Of The Executions Was So Strong That I Could Not Resist It, Although I Was Sensible That I Would Suffer Much From It.... I Got Upon A Scaffold Near The Fatal Tree So That I Could Clearly See All The Dismal Scene.... I Was Most Terribly Shocked, And Thrown Into A Very Deep Melancholy.

I Am Now To Offer Some Thoughts Upon That Sameness Or Familiarity Which We Frequently Find Between Passages In Different Authors Without Quotation. This May Be One Of Three Things Either What Is Called Plagiarism, Or Imitation, Or Coincidence.