O pardon me, my liege, but for my teares, The moiſt impediments vnto my ſpeech, I had foreſtald this deere and deep rebuke, […]

Don’t squander the gold of your days … trying to improve the hopeless failure, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar. These are the sickly aims, the false ideals, of our age.

[…] a young girl is sent to prison and forcibly fed with a tube through the nose for telling poverty-ridden slum-women how to keep from becoming pregnant!

We can find it nowhere so clearly as in these old journals, this collection of local historical material that makes such drudgy work to collect and catalog.