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# Proclamation 4430

Copy of proclamation obtained here
April 13, 1976
By the President of the United States of America
A Proclamation
Two hundred years ago the people of our new land struggled to secure for themselves, and for us, freedom from the rule of a distant government. Among the greatest of that inspired group of patriots was Thomas Jefferson.
Author of the Declaration of Independence, first Secretary of State of the new Republic and our third President, his achievements cover the vast range of public service-as lawyer, member of the Virginia Rouse of Delegates, Governor, Minister to France, Vice President, scholar, scientist, architect and founder of the University of Virginia.
Today, less than one hundred days before the 200th Anniversary of the Declaration of Independence, we observe the birthday of Thomas Jefferson, a giant in history who yet today excites scholars, inspires political leaders and continues to grace our history as its most articulate champion of individual freedom.
Pursuant to Proclamation No. 2276 of March 21, 1938, our Nation has formally celebrated the 13th of April in honor of the birthday, in 1743 of this great man. In our Bicentennial Year, it is fitting that we celebrate this day in a special way, as the Congress has requested (H.J. Res. 670).
Now, Therefore, I, Gerald R. Ford, President of the United States of America, do hereby request the observance of Tuesday, April 13, 1976, as Thomas Jefferson Day.
I ask all Americans, in their homes, their schools, and their places of work, to reflect on the life and times of Thomas Jefferson. I urge every American to reflect on the meaning and purpose of the Declaration of Independence and the many other works of Thomas Jefferson and to participate in other appropriate ceremonies and activities.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this thirteenth day of April, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and seventy-six, and of the Inde­pendence of the United States of America the two hundredth.
GERALD R. FORD
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# Proclamation 4433

Copy of proclamation obtained here
April 15, 1976
By the President of the United States of America
A Proclamation
The economic prosperity of the United States and the maintenance of our national defense depend in large measure on our ability to move goods and people.
The Nation's transportation network is one of our greatest physical assets. We have more than 25,000 miles of inland waterways, 200,000 miles of railroads, four million miles of streets and highways, and 12,500 airports.
As we look to the future, our transportation systems must meet the changing needs and demands of our society. We need to continue the decentralization of authority and increase the flexibility needed by State and local governments to meet their transportation problems. The Federal government must establish economic and regulatory policies which will promote increased efficiency and healthy competition, foster new technologies and energy conservation, and provide lower cost service to the consumer and shipper.
In recognition of the importance of our transportation system, the Congress has requested the President to proclaim annually the third Friday in May as National Defense Transportation Day, and the week in which that Friday falls as National Transportation Week (71 Stat. 30; 36 U.S.C. 160; 76 Stet. 69; 36 U.S.C. 166)
Now, Therefore, I, Gerald R. Ford, President of the United States of America, do hereby designate Friday, May 21, 1976, as National Defense Transportation Day, and the week beginning May 16, 1976, as National Transportation Week.
I urge the Governors of our States and other appropriate officials, organizations concerned with transportation, and the people of the United States to join with the Department of Transportation in observing this week.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this fifteenth day of April, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred seventy-six, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundredth.
GERALD R. FORD
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# Proclamation 4435

Copy of proclamation obtained here
April 20, 1976
By the President of the United States of America
A Proclamation
In this Bicentennial Year, we should give special recognition to the legacy of nature as well as to that of history. America's mountains, prunes, woodlands, and waterways are natural wonders of breathtaking beauty, and they provide resources for trade and transportation, human welfare and recreation. These resources are not ours to abuse. We hold them in trust for posterity.
In recent years, we have learned that our past progress was often made without sufficient regard for the long-term consequences to our natural environment. To meet this environmental challenge, we have enacted more than a dozen significant national environmental laws. Their results are encouraging; we are beginning to bring our most chronic sources of water pollution under control, and we are improving the quality of the air and the richness of our land.
Much remains to be done, but steady long-range progress can only be sustained by continuous effort. Active interest by all Americans is the only force that can translate environmental policy into environmental progress.
Our environment is the responsibility not only of government and business, but it must also be a matter of daily concern to every American.
Now, Therefore, I, Gerald R. Ford, President of the United States of America, do hereby designate the week beginning Thursday, April 22, 1976, to Wednesday, April 28, 1976, as Earth Week.
I call upon government officials at all levels to observe this week with appropriate activities, and I call upon civic organizations and businesses to make at least one new effort during this week for a cleaner, safer, healthier environment.
And I urge each American to devote one day during this week to a significant activity which improves our environment.
In Witness Whereof, I have hereunto set my hand this twentieth day of April, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred seventy-six, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundredth.
GERALD R. FORD
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# Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 14

LETTER XIV.
Saturday Morning.
The two or three letters, which I have written to you lately, my love, will serve as an answer to your explanatory one. I cannot but respect your motives and conduct. I always respected them; and was only hurt, by what seemed to me a want of confidence, and consequently affection.—I thought also, that if you were obliged to stay three months at H———, I might as well have been with you.—Well! well, what signifies what I brooded over—Let us now be friends!
I shall probably receive a letter from you to-day, sealing my pardon—and I will be careful not to torment you with ​my querulous humours, at least, till I see you again. Act as circumstances direct, and I will not enquire when they will permit you to return, convinced that you will hasten to your * * * *, when you have attained (or lost sight of) the object of your journey.
What a picture have you sketched of our fire-side! Yes, my love, my fancy was instantly at work, and I found my head on your shoulder, whilst my eyes were fixed on the little creatures that were clinging about your knees. I did not absolutely determine that there should be six—if you have not set your heart on this round number.
I am going to dine with Mrs. ———. I have not been to visit her since the first day she came to Paris. I wish indeed to be out in the air as much as I can; for the exercise I have taken ​these two or three days past, has been of such service to me, that I hope shortly to tell you, that I am quite well. I have scarcely slept before last night, and then not much.—The two Mrs. ———s have been very anxious and tender.
Yours truly
I need not desire you to give the colonel a good bottle of wine.
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# Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 16

LETTER XVI.
Tuesday Morning.
I seize this opportunity to inform you, that I am to set out on Thursday with Mr. ———, and hope to tell you soon (on your lips) how glad I shall be to see you. I have just got my passport, so I do not foresee any impediment to my reaching H———, to bid you good-night next Friday in my new apartment—where I am to meet you and love, in spite of care, to smile me to sleep—for I have not caught much rest since we parted.
​You have, by your tenderness and worth, twisted yourself more artfully round my heart, than I supposed possible.—Let me indulge the thought, that I have thrown out some tendrils to cling to the elm by which I wish to be supported.—This is talking a new language for me!—But, knowing that I am not a parasite-plant, I am willing to receive the proofs of affection, that every pulse replies to, when I think of being once more in the same house with you.—God bless you!
Yours truly
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# Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 17

LETTER XVII.
Wednesday Morning.
I only send this as an avant-coureur, without jack-boots, to tell you, that I am again on the wing, and hope to be with you a few hours after you receive it. I shall find you well, and composed, I am sure; or, more properly speaking, cheerful.—What is the reason that my spirits are not as manageable as yours? Yet, now I think of it, I will not allow that your temper is even, though I have promised myself, in order to obtain my own forgiveness, that I will not ruffle it for a long, long time—I am afraid to say never.
Farewell for a moment!—Do not ​forget that I am driving towards you in person! My mind, unfettered, has flown to you long since, or rather has never left you.
I am well, and have no apprehension that I shall find the journey too fatiguing, when I follow the lead of my heart.—With my face turned to H——— my spirits will not sink—and my mind has always hitherto enabled my body to do whatever I wished.
Yours affectionately
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# Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 10

LETTER X.
Wednesday Night [January 1.]
As I have been, you tell me, three days without writing, I ought not to complain of two: yet, as I expected to receive a letter this afternoon, I am hurt; and why should I, by concealing it, affect the heroism I do not feel?
I hate commerce. How differently must ———'s head and heart be organized from mine! You will tell me, that exertions are necessary: I am weary of them! The face of things, public and private, vexes me. The "peace" and clemency which seemed to be dawning a few days ago, disappear again. "I am fallen," as Milton said, "on evil days;" for I really believe ​that Europe will be in a state of convulsion, during half a century at least. Life is but a labour of patience: it is always rolling a great stone up a hill; for, before a person can find a resting-place, imagining it is lodged, down it comes again, and all the work is to be done over anew!
Should I attempt to write any more, I could not change the strain. My head aches, and my heart is heavy. The world appears an "unweeded garden," where "things rank and vile" flourish best.
If you do not return soon—or, which is no such mighty matter, talk of it—I will throw your slippers out at window, and be off—nobody knows where.
​Finding that I was observed, I told the good women, the two Mrs. ———s, simply that I was with child: and let them stare! and ———, and ———, nay, all the world, may know it for aught I care!—Yet I wish to avoid ———'s coarse jokes.
Considering the care and anxiety a woman must have about a child before it comes into the world, it seems to me, by a natural right, to belong to her. When men get immersed in the world, they seem to lose all sensations, excepting those necessary to continue or produce life!—Are these the privileges of reason? Amongst the feathered race, whilst the hen keeps the young warm, her mate stays by to cheer her; but it is sufficient for man to condescend to get a child, in order to claim it.—A man is a tyrant!
​You may now tell me, that, if it were not for me, you would be laughing away with some honest fellows in L—n. The casual exercise of social sympathy would not be sufficient for me—I should not think such an heartless life worth preserving.—It is necessary to be in good-humour with you, to be pleased with the world.
Thursday Morning.
I was very low-spirited last night, ready to quarrel with your cheerful temper, which makes absence easy to you.—And, why should I mince the the matter? I was offended at your not even mentioning it.—I do not want to be loved like a goddess; but I wish to be necessary to you. God bless you!
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# Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 1

LETTERS.
LETTER I.
Two o'Clock.
MY dear love, after making my arrangements for our snug dinner to-day, I have been taken by storm, and obliged to promise to dine, at an early hour, with the Miss ———s, the only day they intend to pass here. I shall however leave the key in the door, and hope to find you at my fire-side when I return, about eight o'clock. Will you not wait for poor Joan?—whom you will find better, and ​till then think very affectionately of her.
Yours, truly,
I am sitting down to dinner; so do not send an answer.
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# Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 11

LETTER XI.
Monday Night.
I have just received your kind and rational letter, and would fain hide my face, glowing with shame for my folly.—I would hide it in your bosom, if you would again open it to me, and nestle closely till you bade my fluttering heart be still, by saying that you forgave me. With eyes overflowing with tears, and in the humblest attitude, I intreat you.—Do not turn from me, for indeed I love you fondly, and have been very wretched, since the night I was so cruelly hurt by thinking that you had no confidence in me——
It is time for me to grow more reasonable, a few more of these caprices of sensibility would destroy me. I have, ​in fact, been very much indisposed for a few days past, and the notion that I was tormenting, or perhaps killing, a poor little animal, about whom I am grown anxious and tender, now I feel it alive, made me worse. My bowels have been dreadfully disordered, and every thing I ate or drank disagreed with my stomach; still I feel intimations of its existence, though they have been fainter.
Do you think that the creature goes regularly to sleep? I am ready to ask as many questions as Voltaire's Man of Forty Crowns. Ah! do not continue to be angry with me! You perceive that I am already smiling through my tears—You have lightened my heart, and my frozen spirits are melting into playfulness.
Write the moment you receive this. ​I shall count the minutes. But drop not an angry word—I cannot now bear it. Yet, if you think I deserve a scolding (it does not admit of a question, I grant), wait till you come back—and then, if you are angry one day, I shall be sure of seeing you the next.
——— did not write to you, I suppose, because he talked of going to H———. Hearing that I was ill, he called very kindly on me, not dreaming that it was some words that he incautiously let fall, which rendered me so.
God bless you, my love; do not shut your heart against a return of tenderness; and, as I now in fancy cling to you, be more than ever my support.—Feel but as affectionate when you read this letter, as I did writing it, and you will make happy, your
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# Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 12

LETTER XII.
Wednesday Morning.
I will never, if I am not entirely cured of quarrelling, begin to encourage "quick-coming fancies," when we are separated. Yesterday, my love, I could not open your letter for some time; and, though it was not half as severe as I merited, it threw me into such a fit of trembling, as seriously alarmed me. I did not, as you may suppose, care for a little pain on my own account; but all the fears which I have had for a few days past, returned with fresh force. This morning I am better; will you not be glad to hear it? You perceive that sorrow has almost made a child of me, and that I want to be soothed to peace.
One thing you mistake in my cha​racter, and imagine that to be coldness which is just the contrary. For, when I am hurt by the person most dear to me, I must let out a whole torrent of emotions, in which tenderness would be uppermost, or stifle them altogether; and it appears to me almost a duty to stifle them, when I imagine that I am treated with coldness.
I am afraid that I have vexed you, my own ———. I know the quickness of your feelings—and let me, in the sincerity of my heart, assure you, there is nothing I would not suffer to make you happy. My own happiness wholly depends on you—and, knowing you, when my reason is not clouded, I look forward to a rational prospect of as much felicity as the earth affords—with a little dash of rapture into the bargain, if you will look at me, when we meet ​again, as you have sometimes greeted, your humbled, yet most affectionate
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# Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 13

LETTER XIII.
Thursday Night.
I have been wishing the time away, my kind love, unable to rest till I knew that my penitential letter had reached your hand—and this afternoon, when your tender epistle of Tuesday gave such exquisite pleasure to your poor sick girl, her heart smote her to think that you were still to receive another cold one.—Burn it also, my ———; yet do not forget that even those letters were full of love; and I shall ever recollect, that you did not wait to be mollified by my penitence, before you took me again to your heart.
​I have been unwell, and would not, now I am recovering, take a journey, because I have been seriously alarmed and angry with myself, dreading continually the fatal consequence of my folly.—But, should you think it right to remain at H———, I shall find some opportunity, in the course of a fortnight, or less perhaps, to come to you, and before then I shall be strong again.—Yet do not be uneasy! I am really better, and never took such care of myself, as I have done since you restored my peace of mind. The girl is come to warm my bed—so I will tenderly say, good night! and write a line or two in the morning.
Morning.
I wish you were here to walk with me this fine morning! yet your absence shall not prevent me. I have stayed at home too much; though, ​when I was so dreadfully out of spirits, I was careless of every thing.
I will now sally forth (you will go with me in my heart) and try whether this fine bracing air will not give the vigour to the poor babe, it had, before I so inconsiderately gave way to the grief that deranged my bowels, and gave a turn to my whole system.
Yours truly
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# Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 15

LETTER XV.
Sunday Morning.
I wrote to you yesterday, my ———; but, finding that the colonel is still detained (for his passport was forgotten at the office yesterday) I am not willing to ​let so many days elapse without your hearing from me, after having talked of illness and apprehensions.
I cannot boast of being quite recovered, yet I am (I must use my Yorkshire phrase; for, when my heart is warm, pop come the expressions of childhood into my head) so lightsome, that I think it will not go badly with me.—And nothing shall be wanting on my part, I assure you; for I am urged on, not only by an enlivened affection for you, but by a new-born tenderness that plays cheerly round my dilating heart.
I was therefore, in defiance of cold and dirt, out in the air the greater part of yesterday; and, if I get over this evening without a return of the fever that has tormented me, I shall talk no more of illness. I have promised the ​little creature, that its mother, who ought to cherish it, will not again plague it, and begged it to pardon me; and, since I could not hug either it or you to my breast, I have to my heart.—I am afraid to read over this prattle—but it is only for your eye.
I have been seriously vexed, to find that, whilst you were harrassed by impediments in your undertakings, I was giving you additional uneasiness.—If you can make any of your plans answer—it is well, I do not think a little money inconvenient; but, should they fail, we will struggle cheerfully together—drawn closer by the pinching blasts of poverty.
Adieu, my love! Write often to your poor girl, and write long letters; for I not only like them for being longer, but because more heart steals into them; ​and I am happy to catch your heart whenever I can.
Yours sincerely
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# Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 3/Letter 18

LETTER XVIII.
H———, Thursday Morning, March 12.
We are such creatures of habit, my love, that, though I cannot say I was sorry, childishly so, for your going, when I knew that you were to stay such a short time, and I had a plan of employment; yet I could not sleep.—I turned to your side of the bed, and tried to make the most of the comfort of the pillow, which you used to tell me I was churlish about; but all would not do.—I took nevertheless my walk before breakfast, though the weather was not very inviting—and here I am, wishing you a finer day, and seeing you peep over my shoulder, as I write, with one of your kindest looks—when your ​eyes glisten, and a suffusion creeps over your relaxing features.
But I do not mean to dally with you this morning—So God bless you! Take care of yourself—and sometimes fold to your heart your affectionate
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# Proclamation 4661

Delivered on 18 May 1979.
By the President of the United States of America A Proclamation
Museums are the custodians of a substantial part of humankind's heritage, whether produced by the skill of our ancestors or by our contemporaries.
Museums are centers of research for scholars, of education, of enlightenment for younger generations, and a source of enjoyment and cultural enhancement for all.
Museums enrich the quality of our communities and provide a sense of continuity and perspective which can enhance, in a unique way, the cultural opportunities which are provided by schools, colleges, universities, libraries and other institutions of learning.
In recognition of the contribution made by the museums of our Nation to the preservation of the heritage of the United States and to the furtherance and understanding of the peoples of the United States the 96th Congress, by House Joint Resolution 262, has designated May 18, 1979, as National Museum Day.
Now, THEREFORE, I, JIMMY CARTER, President of the United States of America, do hereby proclaim May 18, 1979, as National Museum Day, and call upon the people of the United States, State and local government agencies, and interested organizations to observe that day with appropriate ceremonies, activities, and programs.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this 18th day of May, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred seventy-nine, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and third.
JIMMY CARTER
[Filed with the Office of the Federal Register, 3:24 p.m., May 18, 1979]
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