Power is a great thing to have and the noblest gift a government can bestow is within your reach." "Barclay, this is what I would call spitting in the soup," said Franklin.

"It's excellent soup, too.

I am sure the ministry would rather give me a seat in a cart to Tyburn than any other place whatever.

I would despise myself if I needed an inducement to serve a great cause." The philanthropist entered upon a wearisome argument, which lasted for nearly an hour.
"Barclay, your opinions on this problem remind me of the iron money of Lycurgus," observed Franklin.
The philanthropist desired to know why.
"Because of their bulk.

A cart load of them is not worth a shilling." In all parts of Britain those days one heard much ridicule of the New England home and conscience.