While The Farmer Holds The

Resisting Tyranny Is Obeying God

I Hope That We Have Not Labored In Vain, And That Our Experiment Will Still Prove That Men Can Be Governed By Reason.

I May Grow Rich By An Art I Am Compelled To Follow; I May Recover Health By Medicines I Am Compelled To Take Against My Own Judgment; But I Cannot Be Saved By A Worship I Disbelieve And Abhor.

New York, Like London, Seems To Be A Cloacina [toilet] Of All The Depravities Of Human Nature.

To Every Obstacle Oppose Patience, Perseverance And Soothing Language.