I Beheld The Wretch-the Miserable

And The Violet Lay Dead While The Odour Flew On The Wings Of The Wind O'er The Waters Blue.

At The Age Of Twenty Six I Am In The Condition Of An Aged Person - All My Old Friends Are Gone... & My Heart Fails When I Think By How Few Ties I Hold To The World.

Supremely Frightful Would Be The Effect Of Any Human Endeavor To Mock The Stupendous Mechanism Of The Creator Of The World.

I Cherished Hope, It Is True, But It Vanished When My Person Reflected . . .

Nothing Is So Painful To The Human Mind As A Great And Sudden Change. The Sun Might Shine, Or The Clouds Might Lour: But Nothing Could Appear To Me As It Had Done The Day Before.