My politics are short and sweet, like the old woman's dance.

Without Divine assistance I can not succeed; with it I can not fail.

The slave-breeders and slave-traders, are a small, odious and detested class, among you; and yet in politics, they dictate the course of all of you, and are as completely your masters, as you are the master of your own negroes.

Wanting to work is so rare a merit, that it should be encouraged.

With the fearful strain that is on me night and day, if I did not laugh I should die.

With malice towards none; with charity for all.

And I do further recommend to my fellow-citizens aforesaid, that on that occasion they do reverently humble themselves in the dust, and from thence offer up penitent and fervent prayers and supplications to the great Disposer of events for a return of the inestimable blessings of peace, union, and harmony throughout the land which it has pleased him to assign as a dwelling-place for ourselves and for our posterity throughout all generations.