They scarcely want a leader to move their madness.

They rebel on any weak pretence.

They bluster when they are courted; they crouch when they are oppressed.

They are fools to all the world but themselves.
I beg the Almighty to consider in my favor, that some over-hasty angel misplaced my lot.

I should have been born in--New York." The priest knew that he was talking for irritation, but he was too politic to favor the mood.