In My Deepest Troubles, I Frequently Would

The Fact Is I Am Growing Old Too Fast, Alas! I Feel It, And Yet Work I Will, And May God Grant Me Life To See The Last Plate Of My Mammoth Work Finished.

On The 17th Of May, The Delos Put Out To Sea. I Was Immediately Affected With Sea-sickness, Which, However, Lasted But A Short Time. I Remained On Deck Constantly, Forcing Myself To Exercise.

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.

One Day I Caught Four Dolphins, How Much I Have Gazed At These Beautiful Creatures... As They Changed Their Hue In Twenty Varieties Of Richest Arrangement Of Tints.

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.