The Worse My Drawings Were,

The Nature Of The Place...whether High Or Low, Moist Or Dry, Whether Sloping North Or South, Or Bearing Tall Trees Or Low Shrubs...generally Gives Hint As To Its Inhabitants.

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

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.

Thank God It Has Rained All Day. I Say Thank God, Though Rain Is No Rarity, Because It Is The Duty Of Every Man To Be Thankful For Whatever Happens By The Will Of The Omnipotent Creator; Yet It Was Not So Agreeable To Any Of My Party As A Fine Day Would Have Been.

To Be A Good Draftsman Was To Me A Blessing.