How Mutable Are Our Feelings,

Look Forward To Future Years, If Not With Eager Anticipation, Yet With A Calm Reliance Upon The Power Of Good, Wholly Remote From Despair.

But Success Shall Crown My Endeavours. Wherefore Not? Thus Far I Have Gone, Tracking A Secure Way Over The Pathless Seas: The Very Stars Themselves Being Witnesses And Testimonies Of My Triumph. Why Not Still Proceed Over The Untamed Yet Obedient Element? What Can Stop The Determined Heart And Resolved Will Of Man?

For A Moment My Soul Was Elevated From Its Debasing And Miserable Fears To Which These Sights Were The Monuments And The Remembrances. For An Instant I Dared To Shake Off My Chains, And Look Around Me With A Free And Lofty Spirit; But The Iron Had Eaten Into My Flesh, And I Sank Again, Trembling And Hopeless, Into My Miserable Self.

My Dreams Were All My Own; I Accounted For Them To Nobody; They Were My Refuge When Annoyed - My Dearest Pleasure When Free.

The Sentiment Of Immediate Loss In Some Sort Decayed, While That Of Utter, Irremediable Loneliness Grew On Me With Time.