A Little Of What You

You Cannot Know, Should I Discribe To You; The Feelings Of A Parent . . . . Four Years Have Already Past Away Since You Left Your Native Land, And This Rural Cottage-humble Indeed, When Compared To The Palaces You Have Visited, And The Pomp You Have Been Witness To. But I Dare Say You Have Not Been So Inattentive An Observer, As To Suppose That Sweet Peace, And Contentment, Cannot Inhabit The Lowly Roof, And Bless The Tranquil Inhabitants, Equally Guarded And Protected, In Person And Property, In This Happy Country, As Those Who Reside In The Most Elegant And Costly Dwellings.

These Are The Times In Which A Genius Would Wish To Live. It Is Not In The Still Calm Of Life, Or The Repose Of A Pacific Station, That Great Characters Are Formed. The Habits Of A Vigorous Mind Are Formed In Contending With Difficulties. Great Necessities Call Out Great Virtues. When A Mind Is Raised, And Animated By Scenes That Engage The Heart, Then Those Qualities Which Would Otherwise Lay Dormant, Wake Into Life And Form The Character Of The Hero And The Statesman.

Men Of Sense In All Ages Abhor Those Customs Which Treat Us Only As The Vassals Of Your Sex.

The Character Which A Youth Acquires In The Early Part Of His Life Is Of Great Importance Towards His Future Prosperity-one False Step May Prove Irretrievable To His Future Usefulness.

The Reins Of Government Have Been So Long Slackened, That I Fear The People Will Not Quietly Submit To Those Restraints Which Are Necessary For The Peace And Security Of The Community.