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Page 161 - In every government on earth is some trace of human weakness, some germ of corruption and degeneracy, which cunning will discover, and wickedness insensibly open, cultivate, and improve. Every government degenerates when trusted to the rulers of the people alone. The people themselves therefore are its only safe depositories. And to render even them safe their minds must be improved to a certain degree.
Page 189 - ... to the rule of three. If a straggler supposed to understand Latin, happened to sojourn in the neighborhood, he was looked upon as a wizard. There was absolutely nothing to excite ambition for education. Of course when I came of age I did not know much. Still somehow, I could read, write, and cipher to the rule of three; but that was all.
Page 7 - I put out my setting pole to try to stop the raft, that the ice might pass by ; when the rapidity of the stream threw it with so much violence against the pole, that it jerked me out into ten feet water : but I fortunately saved myself by catching hold of one of the raft logs. Notwithstanding all our efforts, we could not get to either shore, but were obliged, as we were near an island to quit our raft and make to it.
Page 229 - It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forevermore.
Page 500 - I think, would please nobody but the painter that made them : not but I think a painter may make a better face than ever was; but he must do it by a kind of felicity, (as a musician that maketh an excellent air in music) and not by rule.
Page 164 - Whereas, It is represented to this General Assembly that there are certain lands within the county of Kentucky, formerly belonging to British subjects, not yet sold under the law of escheats and forfeitures, which might at a future day be a valuable fund for the maintenance and education of youth, and it being the interest of this Commonwealth always to promote and encourage every design which may tend to the improvement of the mind, and the diffusion of useful knowledge even among its remote citizens,...
Page 454 - Be thou like the first apostles,— Be thou like heroic PAUL : If a free thought seek expression, Speak it boldly, — speak it all ! Face thine enemies, — accusers ; Scorn the prison, rack, or rod ; And, if thou hast truth to utter, Speak, and leave the rest to GOD ! THE LABORER.
Page 273 - The broad, the bright, the glorious West, Is spread before me now ! Where the gray mists of morning rest Beneath yon mountain's brow ! The bound is past, the goal is won ; The region of the setting sun Is open to my view : Land of the valiant and the free — My own Green Mountain land — to thee, And thine, a long adieu ! I hail thee, Valley of the West, For what thou yet shalt be ! I hail thee for the hopes that rest Upon thy destiny...
Page 331 - O BOATMAN, wind that horn again ; For never did the listening air Upon its lambent bosom bear So wild, so soft, so sweet a strain. What though thy notes are sad and few, By every simple boatman blown ? Yet is each pulse to nature true, And melody in every tone.
Page 357 - The most agreeable acquaintance I made in Cincinnati, and indeed one of the most talented men I ever met, was Mr. Flint, the author of several extremely clever volumes, and the editor of the Western Monthly Review. His conversational powers are of the highest order ; he is the only person I remember to have known with first-rate powers of satire, and even of sarcasm, whose kindness of nature and of manner remained perfectly uninjured.