I Am Alone And Miserable. Only Someone

Polluted By Crimes, And Torn By The Bitterest Remorse, Where Can I Find Rest But In Death?

The Fallen Angel Becomes A Malignant Devil. Yet Even That Enemy Of God And Man Had Friends And Associates In His Desolation; I Am Alone.

We Could Almost Believe That We Are Destined By Providence To An Unsettled Position On The Globe, So Invariably Is A Love Of Change Implanted In The Young. It Seems As If The Eternal Lawgiver Intended That, At A Certain Age, Man Should Leave Father, Mother, And The Dwelling Of His Infancy, To Seek His Fortunes Over The Wide World.

Ah! It Is Well For The Unfortunate To Be Resigned, But For The Guilty There Is No Peace.

The Different Accidents Of Life Are Not So Changeable As The Feelings Of Human Nature.