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If Any Person Had Told The Parliament Which Met In Terror And Perplexity After The Crash Of 1720 That In 1830 The Wealth Of England Would Surpass All Their Wildest Dreams, That The Annual Revenue Would Equal The Principal Of That Debt Which They Considered An Intolerable Burden, That For One Man Of

But The Time Will Come When New England Will Be As Thickly Peopled As Old England. Wages Will Be As Low, And Will Fluctuate As Much With You As With Us. You Will Have Your Manchesters And Birminghams; And, In Those Manchesters And Birminghams, Hundreds Of Thousands Of Artisans Will Assuredly Be Sometimes Out Of Work. Then Your Institutions Will Be Fairly Brought To The Test.

Every Political Sect Has Its Esoteric And Its Exoteric School--its Abstract Doctrines For The Initiated; Its Visible Symbols, Its Imposing Forms, Its Mythological Fables, For The Vulgar.

Our Judgment Ripens; Our Imagination Decays. We Cannot At Once Enjoy The Flowers Of The Spring Of Life And The Fruits Of Its Autumn.

In That Temple Of Silence And Reconciliation Where The Enmities Of Twenty Generations Lie Buried, In The Great Abbey Which Has During Many Ages Afforded A Quiet Resting-place To Those Whose Minds And Bodies Have Been Shattered By The Contentions Of The Great Hall.