R. H. S.

_D.f._ This sentiment I* will* maintain* | with the last
breath of LIFE.

_H.f._ I* appeal* | to YOU, sir, for your de _cis_ ion.

_A.f._ I* appeal* | to the great Searcher of HEARTS for
the truth of what I _ut_ ter.

_D. o._ Of* all* mistakes* | NONE are so _fa_ tal as those
which we incur through prejudice.

_H. o._ Truth*, honour*, | JUS tice were his _mo_ tives.

_A. o._ Fix* your* eye* | on the prize of a truly NO ble am-
_bi_ tion.

_D. e._ AWAY* | with an idea so absurd!

_H. e._ The* breeze* of* morning* | wafted IN cense on the
_air_.

_A. e._ In dreams thro'* camp* and* court* he* bore* | the
trophies of a CON queror.

_D. b._ AWAY* | with an idea so abhorrent to humanity!

_H. b._ Search* the* records* of* the* remotest* an TI quity for