The fact is, society enthrals us all.

We are forced to obey laws, to regard customs, to follow the fashion of the day, to support the worthless by poor-rates, to pay taxes, and the interest of a debt which others have contracted, or we must go to prison." "And the princes and rulers of the land--do you include them ?" inquired Newton.
"They are the greatest of all; for the meanest peasant has an advantage over the prince in the point on which we most desire to be free--that of the choice in his partner in life.

He _has none_, but must submit to the wishes of his people, and trammelled by custom, must take to his bed one whom he cannot take to his heart." "Well, by your account, there is nobody free, unless it be _Liberty_ herself." "Why, sir," rejoined the planter, "to prove to you that I was correct when I asserted that there was no such thing in this world as liberty, paradoxical as it may appear, Liberty is but Liberty when in _bondage_.
Release her, and she ceases to exist; she has changed her nature and character; for Liberty _unrestrained_ becomes _Licentiousness_." "Well," said Mr Kingston, laughing with the rest at this curious remark, "as you have now arrived at your climax, with your leave we will go to bed." "Have I convinced you ?" demanded the planter, taking the tumbler from his lips.
"At least you have silenced us.

Now, if you please, we will put on our coats and retire to our apartments." "Yes--do," replied the other, who was not very steady; "do--or you may check the perspiration.

Boy Jack, where are the lights?
Good-night, gentlemen." The negro led the way to a large room with two beds in it, for Newton and the master of the brig.