There will be sleeping enough in the grave.

The clause too$$$ reprobating the enslaving the inhabitants of Africa$$$ was struck out in complaisance to South Carolina and Georgia$$$ who had never attempted to restrain the importation of slaves$$$ and who on the contrary still wished to continue it. Our northern brethren also I believe felt a little tender under those censures; for tho' their people have very few slaves themselves yet they had been pretty considerable carriers of them to others.

The vote being passed$$$ altho' further observn on it was out of order$$$ he could not refrain from rising and expressing his satisfaction and concluded by saying "there is but one word$$$ Mr. President$$$ in the paper which I disapprove$$$ & that is the word Congress$$$" on which Ben Harrison rose and said "there is but on word in the paper$$$ Mr. President$$$ of which I approve$$$ and that is the word Congress.

Never put off for tomorrow$$$ what you can do today.

If the present Congress errs in too much talking$$$ how can it be otherwise in a body to which the people send 150. lawyers$$$ whose trade it is to question everything$$$ yield nothing$$$ & talk by the hour? That 150. lawyers should do business together ought not to be expected. But to return again to our subject.

We commit honest maniacs to Bedlam$$$ so judges should be withdrawn from their bench$$$ whose erroneous biases are leading us to dissolution.

Indeed$$$ I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just: that his justice cannot sleep forever.

So inscrutable is the arrangement of causes and consequences in this world$$$ that a two-penny duty on tea$$$ unjustly imposed in a sequestered part of it$$$ changes the condition of all its inhabitants.

Love is the law of life$$$" broke in Leo; "without love there is no life. I seek love that I may live. I believe that all these things are ordained to an end which we do not know. Fate draws me on—I fulfil my fate.

Oh! ye poor mortals$$$" she went on$$$ with a sudden burst of passion; "ye beseech your gods for the gift of many years$$$ being ignorant that ye would sow a seed within your breasts whence ye must garner ten thousand miseries. Know ye not that this world is indeed the wide house of hell$$$ in whose chambers from time to time the spirit tarries a little while$$$ then$$$ weary and aghast$$$ speeds wailing to the peace that it has won.