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R. G. Haliburton A Sketch of the Life and Times of Judge Haliburton

They have no place, no station, no rank. Honors don’t reach them; coronations are blank days to them; no brevets go across the water except to the English officers, who are ‘on foreign service in the colonies.’ No knighthood is known there—no stars—no aristocracy—no nobility. They are a mixed race; they have no blood. They are like our free niggers. They are emancipated, but they haven’t the same social position as the whites. The fetters are off, but the caste, as they call it in India, remains. Colonists are the Pariahs of the Empire.
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R. G. Haliburton A Sketch of the Life and Times of Judge Haliburton

That life-long exile, the poet Petrarch, says that men, like plants, are the better for transplanting, and that no man should die where he was born. For years Judge Haliburton stagnated and moped in utter solitude at Clifton, for his large family had grown up and were settled in life elsewhere, while death had removed the little band of intellectual companions whose society had been a great source of enjoyment to him. But he got a new lease of life by migrating to England.
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