Snowy Winter, A Plentiful Harvest.

O Powerful Goodness! Bountiful Father! Merciful Guide! Increase In Me That Wisdom Which Discovers My Truest Interest. Strengthen My Resolution To Perform What That Wisdom Dictates. Accept My Kind Offices To Thy Other Children As The Only Return In My Power For Thy Continual Favours To Me.

I Have Lived, Sir, A Long Time And The Longer I Live, The More Convincing Proofs I See Of This Truth -- That God Governs In The Affairs Of Men. And If A Sparrow Cannot Fall To The Ground Without His Notice, Is It Probable That An Empire Can Rise Without His Aid? We Have Been Assured, Sir, In The Sacred Writings That "except The Lord Build They Labor In Vain That Build It." I Firmly Believe This; And I Also Believe That Without His Concurring Aid We Shall Succeed In This Political Building No Better Than The Builders Of Babel

Since They Are Our Right, Let Us Be Vigilant To Preserve Them Uninfringed, And Free From Encroachments. If Animosities Arise, And We Should Be Obliged To Resort To Party, Let Each Of Us Range Himself On The Side Which Unfurls The Ensigns Of Public Good. Faction Will Then Vanish, Which, If Not Timely Suppressed, May Overturn The Balance, The Palladium Of Liberty, And Crush Us Under Its Ruins.

Many Estates Are Spent In The Getting, Since Women For Tea Forsake Spinning And Knitting, And Men For Punch Forsake Hewing And Splitting.

The Wise Man Draws More Advantage From His Enemies Than The Fool From His Friends