| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from First Inaugural Address by Abraham Lincoln: endure forever--it being impossible to destroy it except by some action
not provided for in the instrument itself.
Again, if the United States be not a government proper, but an association
of States in the nature of contract merely, can it, as a contract,
be peaceably unmade by less than all the parties who made it?
One party to a contract may violate it--break it, so to speak;
but does it not require all to lawfully rescind it?
Descending from these general principles, we find the proposition
that in legal contemplation the Union is perpetual confirmed by
the history of the Union itself. The Union is much older than
the Constitution. It was formed, in fact, by the Articles of
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Muse of the Department by Honore de Balzac: /"Madame la Baronne de la Baudraye is happily delivered of a son.
"Monsieur le Baron de la Baudraye has the honor of informing you
of the fact.
"Mother and child are doing well."/
After seeing the proofs destroyed, the form of type, everything that
could bear witness to the existence of the former document, Monsieur
de Clagny set to work to intercept those that had been sent; in many
cases he changed them at the porter's lodge, he got back thirty into
his own hands, and at last, after three days of hard work, only one of
the original notes existed, that, namely sent to Nathan.
Five times had the lawyer called on the great man without finding him.
The Muse of the Department |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: the vegetable mould over Orde's very feet. Blazoned butterflies--
the yellow and black turnus, the dark troilus, the shade-loving
nymphalis--flickered in and out of the patches of sunlight. Orde
paid them no attention. The noon heat poured down through the
forest isles like an incense. Overhead swung the sun, and down the
slope until the long shafts of its light lifted wand-like across the
tree trunks.
At this hint of evening Orde shook himself and arose. He was little
nearer the readjustment he sought than he had been the previous
night.
He reached home a little before six o'clock. To his surprise he
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