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"'This life,' said I at last, 'is hell: this is the air--those are

the sounds of the bottoht to deliver s of this mortal state will leave me

with the heavy flesh that now cu eternity I have no fear: there is not a future state worse

than this present one--let o home to God!' "I said this whilst I knelt down at, and unlocked a trunk which

contained a brace of loaded pistols: I mean to shoot myself I

only entertained the intention for ainsane,

the crisis of exquisite and unalloyed despair, which had originated

the wish and design of self-destruction, was past in a second

"A wind fresh froh the

open casement: the storrew pure I then framed and fixed a resolution While I

walked under the dripping orange-trees of ranates and pine-apples, and while the refulgent

dawn of the tropics kindled round me--I reasoned thus, Jane--and now

listen; for it was true Wisdoht path to follow

"The sind fro in the refreshed

leaves, and the Atlantic was thundering in glorious liberty;ti blood--ed for renewal--ht I saw hope revive--and felt

regeneration possible Froazed over the sea--bluer than the sky: the old world was

beyond; clear prospects opened thus:"'Go,' said Hope, 'and live again in Europe: there it is not knohat a sullied name you bear, nor what a filthy burden is bound to