. . .nature Indifferently Copied

My Heart Swelled With Uncontrollable Delight.

The Worse My Drawings Were, The More Beautiful Did The Originals Appear.

After All, I Long To Be In America Again, Nay, If I Can Go Home To Return No More To Europe, It Seems To Me That I Shall Ever Enjoy More Peace Of Mind, And Even Physical Comfort Than I Can Meet With In Any Portion Of The World Beside.

To Have Been Torn From The Study Would Have Been As Death; My Time Was Entirely Occupied With Art.

In My Deepest Troubles, I Frequently Would Wrench Myself From The Persons Around Me And Retire To Some Secluded Part Of Our Noble Forests.