To Have Been Torn From

Poor France, Thy Fine Climate, Rich Vineyards, And The Wishes Of The Learned Avail Nothing; Thou Art A Destitute Beggar, And Not The Powerful Friend Thou Wert Represented To Me.

On Landing At New York I Caught The Yellow Fever By Walking To The Bank At Greenwich To Get The Money To Which My Father's Letter Of Credit Entitled Me. The Kind Man Who Commanded The Ship That Brought Me From France, Whose Name Was A Common One, John Smith, Took Particular Charge Of Me, Removed Me To Morristown, N. J., And Placed Me Under The Care Of Two Quaker Ladies Who Kept A Boarding - House. To Their Skilful And Untiring Ministrations I May Safely Say I Owe The Prolongation Of My Life.

. . .nature Indifferently Copied Is Far Superior To The Best Idealities.

The Best Recommendation I Can Have Is My Own Talents, And The Fruits Of My Own Labors, And What Others Will Not Do For Me, I Will Try And Do For Myself.

To Repay Evils With Kindness Is The Religion I Was Taught To Practise, And This Will Forever Be My Rule.