The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 30 (Google eBook)

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Atlantic Monthly Company, 1872
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Page 275 - The whole commerce between master and slave is a perpetual exercise of the most boisterous passions, the most unremitting despotism on the one part, and degrading submissions on the other.
Page 275 - ... passions, and thus nursed, educated, and daily exercised in tyranny, cannot but be stamped by it with odious peculiarities. The man must be a prodigy who can retain his manners and morals undepraved by such circumstances.
Page 317 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why ? Detraction will not suffer it : therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Page 41 - That no man shall be compelled to frequent or support any religious worship, place or ministry whatsoever, nor shall be enforced, restrained, molested or burthened, in his body or goods, nor shall otherwise suffer on account of his religious opinions or belief; but that all men shall be free to profess, and by argument to maintain, their opinions in matters of religion, and that the same shall in no wise diminish, enlarge or affect their civil capacities.
Page 275 - The parent storms, the child looks on, catches the lineaments of wrath, puts on the same airs in the circle of smaller slaves, gives a loose to his worst of passions, and -thus nursed, educated, and daily exercised in tyranny, cannot but be stamped by it with odious peculiarities.
Page 407 - Preach, my dear sir, a crusade against ignorance; establish and improve the law for educating the common people.
Page 407 - I find the general fate of humanity here most deplorable. The truth of Voltaire's observation, offers itself perpetually, that every man here must be either the hammer or the anvil.
Page 31 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb 1020 Higher than the sphery chime ; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Page 31 - But now my task is smoothly done: I can fly, or I can run, Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon.
Page 26 - There while they acted and overacted, among other young scholars, I was a spectator ; they thought themselves gallant men, and I thought them fools ; they made sport, and I laughed ; they mispronounced, and I misliked ; and to make up the atticism, they were out, and I hissed.

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