by Spencer Dunford See our case in a different light? On the contrary, we have time enough for pleasantries. We need not fear advance of war. Their armaments shall not prove our yoke—nay our British friends give good wine, and that is no phantom nor illusion. But you, you disbelieve my designs. If, as you say, they do come with injurious intentions, thus we shall tell our colonies: Secure yourselves in steel walls, mountained each with mortar, for brightly shall the battles come, the cannon lash in fury. Keep closed the crusted cask. Forbid all forms curiosity might allow. Shield, seal, fortify, and brace—silence will again be ours.