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To Suppose Such A Thing Possible As A Society, In Which Men, Who Are Able And Willing To Work, Cannot Support Their Families, And Ought, With A Great Part Of The Women, To Be Compelled To Lead A Life Of Celibacy, For Fear Of Having Children To Be Starved; To Suppose Such A Thing Possible Is Monstrous.

Before I Dismiss This Affair Of Eating And Drinking, Let Me Beseech You To Resolve To Free Yourselves From The Slavery Of The Tea And Coffee And Other Slop-kettle, If, Unhappily, You Have Been Bred Up In Such Slavery.

Freedom Is Not An Empty Sound; It Is Not An Abstract Idea; It Is Not A Thing That Nobody Can Feel. It Means, - And It Means Nothing Else, - The Full And Quiet Enjoyment Of Your Own Property. If You Have Not This, If This Be Not Well Secured To You, You May Call Yourself What You Will, But You Are A Slave.

Poverty Is, Except Where There Is An Actual Want Of Food And Raiment, A Thing Much More Imaginary Than Real. The Shame Of Poverty--the Shame Of Being Thought Poor--it Is A Great And Fatal Weakness, Though Arising In This Country, From The Fashion Of The Times Themselves.

When, From The Top Of Any High Hill, One Looks Round The Country, And Sees The Multitude Of Regularly Distributed Spires, One Not Only Ceases To Wonder That Order And Religion Are Maintained, But One Is Astonished That Any Such Thing As Disaffection Or Irreligion Should Prevail.