"I am loath to close. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must ..."

"No Cæsar he whom we lament, A Man without a precedent, Sent, it would seem, to do His work, and perish, too..."

"It reminded him of the man who had a poor old lean, bony, spavined horse, with swelled legs. He was asked what he was go..."