Correspondence Between William Penn and James Logan, Secretary of the Province of Pennsylvanis, and Others, 1700-1750: From the Original Letters in Possession of the Logan Family

Lippincott for the Historical society of Pennsylvania, 1855 - 423 pages

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Page 69 - But how came you to take upon you to sell land at all? We conquered you, we made women of you; you know you are women, and can no more sell land than women.
Page 69 - Reasons we charge you to remove instantly; we don't give you the Liberty to think about it. You are Women. Take the Advice of a wise Man, and remove immediately. You may return to the other Side of...
Page 81 - America, will have their places at home so soon supplied and increase so largely here ; why should the Palatine boors be suffered to swarm into our settlements, and, by herding together, establish their language and manners, to the exclusion of ours? Why should Pennsylvania, founded by the English, become a colony of aliens, who will shortly be so numerous as to Germanize us instead of our Anglifying them, and will never adopt our language or customs any more than they can acquire our complexion?
Page 114 - This general was, I think, a brave man, and might probably have made a figure as a good officer in some European war. But he had too much self-confidence, too high an opinion of the validity of regular troops, and too mean a one of both Americans and Indians.
Page 119 - To die is landing on some silent shore, Where billows never break, nor tempests roar : Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis o'er. The wise, through thought, th' insults of Death defy; The fools, through blest insensibility.
Page 90 - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps "Dundee's" wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive "Martyrs...
Page 75 - Coarse are his meals, the fortune of the chase; Amidst the running stream he slakes his thirst, Toils all the day, and at th' approach of night On the first friendly bank he throws him down, Or rests his head upon a rock till morn: Then rises fresh, pursues his wonted game, And if the following day he chance to find A new repast, or an untasted spring, Blesses his stars, and thinks it luxury.
Page 59 - I heard the bullets whistle, and, believe me, there is something charming in the sound.
Page 142 - Moreover the word of the LORD came unto me, saying, Son of man, set thy face against mount Seir, and prophesy against it, And say unto it, Thus saith the Lord GOD...
Page 104 - Ha ! are you sure of that?" When I pointed it out in the map, he examined it earnestly with his spectacles; then, taking me in his arms, "My dear C ! (cried he) you always bring us good news. Egad ! I 'll go directly, and tell the king that Cape Breton is an island.