... a murderer. One more quotation, sir, and I shall have done. A reverend doctor of divinity, the pastor of a church at Byfield, Mass., on April 7, 1814, thus addressed his flock (page 321): The Israel ites became weary of yielding the fruit of their labor to pamper their splendid tyrants. They left their political woes. They separated. Where is our Moses? Where the rod of his miracles? Wh...