Every year we head to Virginia over the winter holidays. We visit Williamsburg, live in a timeshare, go see faux Colonial nonsense, and wonder what it is about that area that attracts so many people to it. I’ve discovered a new dimension to this annual excursion: I miss Maine terribly. There were some things that
It is now no more that toleration is spoken of as if it were the indulgence of one class of people that another enjoyed the exercise of their inherent natural rights, for, happily, the Government of the United States, which gives to bigotry no sanction, to persecution no assistance, requires only that they who live under its protection should demean themselves as good citizens in giving it on all occasions their effectual support. ... May the children of the stock of Abraham who dwell in this land continue to merit and enjoy the good will of the other inhabitants—while every one shall sit in safety under his own vine and fig tree and there shall be none to make him afraid.