Just now, the country is in a state of war, and he who is not for the flag is against it.

You may criticize the government as its friend, but not as its foe.

When armed men conspire against the peace of the land, he who pleads their cause is a traitor--nay, sir, don't be angry; these are my convictions." "Political parsons have been the ruin of the country," sneered the squire.
"That is my conviction." "Squire Pemberton, I beg you not to be rash.

If you must cherish these pernicious views, I entreat you, keep them to yourself.

You may think what you please, but the utterance of treason makes a traitor." "I shall proclaim my views from the housetop," replied the squire, angrily, as he abruptly turned away from the minister.
The squire continued obdurate to the last.