It is the boast of this island that the slave whose foot touches the soil is free.

The boast may be enlarged.

Where so much is left to the people, where the life of civilization, not locked up in the tyranny of Central Despotism, spreads, vivifying, restless, ardent, through every vein of the healthful body, the most distant province, the obscurest village, has claims on our exertions, our duties, and forces us into energy and citizenship.

The spirit of liberty, that strikes the chain from the slave, binds the freeman to his brother.

This is the Religion of Freedom.