I Look On That Paper

We Should Transmit To Posterity Our Abhorrence Of Slavery.

My Political Curiosity, Exclusive Of My Anxious Solicitude For The Public Welfare, Leads Me To Ask Who Authorized Them (the Framers Of The Constitution) To Speak The Language Of 'we, The People,' Instead Of 'we, The States'?

They Tell Us, Sir, That We Are Weak; Unable To Cope With So Formidable An Adversary. But When Shall We Be Stronger? Will It Be The Next Week, Or The Next Year? Will It Be When We Are Totally Disarmed, And When A British Guard Shall Be Stationed In Every House?

If You Have Given Up Your Militia, And Congress Shall Refuse To Arm Them, You Have Lost Every Thing. Your Existence Will Be Precarious, Because You Depend On Others, Whose Interests Are Not Affected By Your Infelicity.

Be Of Good Courage, My Son, And Remember That The Best Men Always Make Themselves.