I was about as hard to please by a master, as a master is by slave.

The freedom from bodily torture and unceasing labor, had given my mind an increased sensibility, and imparted to it greater activity.

I was not yet exactly in right relations.

"How be it, that was not first which is spiritual, but that which is natural, and afterward that which is spiritual." When entombed at Covey's, shrouded in darkness and physical wretchedness, temporal wellbeing was the grand _desideratum;_ but, temporal wants supplied, the spirit puts in its claims.

Beat and cuff your slave, keep him hungry and spiritless, and he will follow the chain of his master like a dog; but, feed and clothe him well--work him moderately--surround him with physical comfort--and dreams of freedom intrude.