tiny; a
work resting at no point upon wrong or injustice, but everywhere
reposing upon truth and justice; a work which all mankind will be
interested in preserving in every age, since it will insure the
increasing glory and well-being of mankind through all ages. IGNATIUS
DONNELLY.

From "Reconstruction."

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We are not only to do some things, but we are to do all things, and we
are to continue so to do, so that the least deviation from the moral
law, according to the covenant of works, whether in thought, word, or
deed, deserves eternal death at the hand of God. And if one evil
thought, if one evil word, if one evil action deserves eternal
damnation, how many hells, my friends, do every one of us deserve whose
lives have been one continued rebellion against God! Before ever,
therefore, you can speak peace to your hearts, you must be brought to
see, brought to believe, what a dreadful thing it is to depart from the
living God. GEORGE WHITEFIELD.

From Sermon, "On the Method of Grace."

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I say we must necessarily undo these violent, oppressive acts. They must
he repealed. You will repeal them. I pledge myself for it that you will
in the end repeal them. I stake my reputation on it. I will consent to
be taken for an idiot if they are not finally repealed. Avoid, then,
this humiliating, disgraceful necessity. With a dignity becoming your
exalted situation make the first advances to concord, to peace, and
happiness; for that is your true dignity, to act with prudence and
justice. That you should first concede is obvious, from sound and
rational policy. Concession comes with better grace and more salutary
effect from superior power. It reconciles superiority of power with the
feelings of men, and establishes solid confidence on the foundations of
affection and gratitude. LORD CHATHAM.

From "On Removing Troops from Boston." For aught I know the next flash
of electric fire that simmers along the ocean cable may tell us that
Paris, with every fiber quivering with the agony of impotent despair,
writhes beneath the conquering heel of her loathed invader. Ere another
moon shall wax and wane the brightest star in the galaxy of nations may
fall from the zenith of her glory never to rise again. Ere the modest
violets of early spring shall ope their beauteous eyes the genius of
civilization may chant the wailing requiem of the proudest nationalit