When the inhabitants of some sequestered island first descry the "big canoe" of the European rolling through the blue waters towards their shores, they rush down to the beach in crowds, and with open arms stand ready to embrace the strangers. Fatal embrace! They fold to their bosoms the vipers whose sting is destined to poison all their joys; and the instinctive feeling of love within their breasts is soon converted into the bitterest hate.

It is against the will of God that the East should be Christianized.

True places are not found on maps.

When among wild beasts, if they menace you, be a wild beast.

In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary?

If there be any thing a man might well pray against, that thing is the responsive gratification of some of the devoutest prayers of his youth.

One would like to know, what were foes made for except to be used?