Do not suffer their infamous conduct to fall on us.
Our country is just, but severe.

Such is the fever of my brain this minute, that I assure you, on my honour, if the Palermo traitors were here, I would shoot them first, and then myself.

Girgenti is full of corn; the money is ready to pay for it; we do not ask it as a gift.

Oh! could you see the horrid distress I daily experience, something would be done.

Some engine is at work against us at Naples; and I believe I hit on the proper person.