“A people fired with love of their country and of liberty, a zeal for the public good, and a noble emulation of glory, will not be disheartened or dispirited by a succession of unfortunate events.”

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

My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.

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.

The habits of a vigorous mind are born in contending with difficulties.

Its never to late to get back on your feet though we wont live forever make sure you accomplish what you were put here for

If we mean to have Heroes, Statesmen and Philosophers, we should have learned women.

The house shakes…with the roar of the cannon. No sleep for me tonight.

I begin to think, that a calm is not desirable in any situation in life. Man was made for action and for bustle too, I believe.

Heaven grant me that I may thus rejoice in my children, thus see them ornaments to their Country, and blessings to their parents.

My Dear Son… remember that you are accountable to your Maker for all your words and actions.

Learning is not attained by chance, it must be sought for with ardor and diligence.

There is not any reasoning which can convince me, contrary to my senses, that three is one, and one three.

I acknowledge myself a unitarian – Believing that the Father alone, is the supreme God, and that Jesus Christ derived his Being, and all his powers and honors from the Father

Great benefit must arise from literary accomplishments in women.

May your mind be thoroughly impressed with the absolute necessity of universal virtue and goodness, as the only sure road to happiness, and may you walk therein with undeviating steps.

Well, knowledge is a fine thing, and mother Eve thought so; but she smarted so severely for hers, that most of her daughters have been afraid of it since.

This poem began as an emulation of Siqueiros’s compositional style and, in the process, became an ekphrastic aubade about my old neighborhood.