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Free soil, free men, free speech, Fremont.

A man is either free or he is not.

Freedom all solace to man gives: He lives at ease that freely lives.

Whose service is perfect freedom.

. . . for righteous monarchs, Justly to judge, with their own eyes should see; To rule o'er freemen, should themselves be free.

Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained strength, Or curb his swiftness in the forward race?

Hereditary bondsmen! Know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?

Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.

For Freedom's battle once begun, Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft is ever won.

Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah hath triumphed--his people are free. - Lord Byron ,

Hope for a season bade the world farewell, And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell! . . . . O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow.

England may as well dam up the waters of the Nile with bulrushes as to fetter the step of Freedom, more proud and firm in this youthful land than where she treads the sequestered glens of Scotland, or couches herself among the magnificent mountains of Switzerland. - Mrs. Lydia Maria Child,

To freemen, threats are impotent.

O what a loud and fearful shriek was there! . . . Ah me! they view'd beneath an hireling's sword Fallen Kosciusco.

Perfect freedom is reserved for the man who lives by his own work and in that work does what he wants to do.

No, Freedom has a thousand charms to show That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free, And all are slaves besides.

I want free life, and I want fresh air; And I sigh for the canter after the cattle, The crack of the whip like shots in battle, The medley of horns, and hoofs, and heads That wars, and wrangles, and scatters and spreads; The green beneath and the blue above, And dash, and danger, and life and love.

I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

We grant no dukedoms to the few, We hold like rights and shall; Equal on Sunday in the pew, On Monday in the mall. For what avail the plough or sail, Or land, or life, if freedom fail?