It Is The Business Of A Virtuous

Were My Soul Trembling On The Wing Of Eternity, Were This Hand Freezing To Death, Were My Voice Choking With The Last Struggle, I Would Still, With The Last Gasp Of That Voice, Implore You To Remember The Truth: God Has Given America To Be Free.

I Shall Act As I Think My Duty Requires.

There Is A Just God Who Presides Over The Destinies Of Nations, And Who Will Raise Up Friends To Fight Our Battles For Us.

I Am Not A Virginian, I Am An American.

Amongst Other Strange Things Said Of Me, I Hear It Is Said By The Deists That I Am One Of The Number; And Indeed, That Some Good People Think I Am No Christian. This Thought Gives Me Much More Pain Than The Appellation Of Tory; Because I Think Religion Of Infinitely Higher Importance Than Politics; And I Find Much Cause To Reproach Myself That I Have Lived So Long, And Have Given No Decided And Public Proofs Of My Being A Christian. But, Indeed, My Dear Child, This Is A Character Which I Prize Far Above All This World Has, Or Can Boast.