Is not thy home among the flowers?

The groves were God's first temples.

He [William Henry Harrison] did not live long enough to prove his incapacity for the office of President.

Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again.

The stormy March has come at last, With winds and clouds and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies.

A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.

Can anything be imagined more abhorrent to every sentiment of generosity and justice, than the law which arms the rich with the legal right to fix, by assize, the wages of the poor? If this is not slavery, we have forgotten its definition. Strike the right of associating for the sale of labor from the privileges of a freeman, and you may as well bind him to a master, or ascribe him to the soil.