I am far from all persecution--I can set down the truth fearlessly.

I can dip the pen in my own blood if I choose, and none shall gainsay me! For the green silence of a vast South American forest encompasses me--the grand and stately silence of a virginal nature, almost unbroken by the ruthless step of man's civilization--a haven of perfect calm, delicately disturbed by the fluttering wings and soft voices of birds, and the gentle or stormy murmur of the freeborn winds of heaven.

Within this charmed circle of rest I dwell--here I lift up my overburdened heart like a brimming chalice, and empty it on the ground, to the last drop of gall contained therein.

The world shall know my history.
Dead, and yet living! How can that be ?--you ask.

Ah, my friends! If you seek to be rid of your dead relations for a certainty, you should have their bodies cremated.