Our Faults Are Apt To

But He Found That A Traveller's Life Is One That Includes Much Pain Amidst Its Enjoyments. His Feelings Are For Ever On The Stretch; And When He Begins To Sink Into Repose, He Finds Himself Obliged To Quit That On Which He Rests In Pleasure For Something New, Which Again Engages His Attention, And Which Also He Forsakes For Other Novelties.

Oh! Grief Is Fantastic; It Weaves A Web On Which To Trace The History Of Its Woe From Every Form And Change Around; It Incorporates Itself With All Living Nature; It Finds Sustenance In Every Object; As Light, It Fills All Things, And, Like Light, It Gives Its Own Colors To All.

Did You Not Call This A Glorious Expedition? And Wherefore Was It Glorious? Not Because The Way Was Smooth And Placid As A Southern Sea, But Because It Was Full Of Dangers And Terror, Because At Every New Incident Your Fortitude Was To Be Called Forth And Your Courage Exhibited, Because Danger And Death Surrounded It, And These You Were Brave To Overcome. For This Was It A Glorious , For This Was It An Honorable Undertaking

I Beheld The Wretch-the Miserable Monster Whom I Had Created.

After Days And Nights Of Incredible Labor And Fatigue, I Succeeded In Discovering The Cause Of Generation And Life. Nay, More, I Became Myself Capable Of Bestowing Animation Upon Lifeless Matter.