They remind me of the report of the Reverend Commissary Blair who, having projected a college in Virginia, came to England to ask King William for help.

The Queen in the King's absence ordered her Attorney-General to draw a charter with a grant of two thousand pounds.

The Attorney opposed it on the ground that they were in a war and needed the money for better purposes.
"'But, Your Honor, Virginia is in great need of ministers,' said the commissary.

'It has souls to be saved.' "'Souls--damn your souls! Make tobacco,' said the Queen's lawyer.
"The counselors of royalty have no high opinion of souls or principles.
Think of these taxes on exports needed by neighbors.

The minds that invented them had the genius of a pickpocket." "I see that you are not in love with England, sir," said Jack.
"My boy, you do not see straight," the Doctor answered.