Aaron Burr is going West, but with, I warrant you, no thought of the setting sun.

The Ancient Iniquity in Washington smiles with thin lips and pronounces that all men and Aaron Burr are unambitious, unselfish, and peace-loving--but none the less, he looks askance at the serpent's windings.

The friends of Burr are not the friends of Jefferson.

There are Federalists--'tis said they increase in numbers--who do not wish the former ill; myself I am not of them.
Colonel Burr _desired_ that duel; he lay in wait for the affront which should be his opportunity; he murdered Hamilton.

He risked his own life--very true, the majority of murderers do the same.