Like so many children, 1865 -- Those pests that remind us daily of our degradation, 1866 -- You can't come here with any such equality, 1867 -- Depression is almost universal here, 1868 -- They believe there in gunpowder entirely, 1869 -- A small hell on earth, 1869 -- I have no ambition to fill a more honorable grave, 1870-1871 -- Whatever it was, it has passed away.