I Cannot Help But Think A Curious

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

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.

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.

The Mercantile Business Did Not Suit Me

But The Moment A Bird Was Dead, No Matter How Beautiful It Had Been In Life, The Pleasure Of Possession Became Blunted For Me.