Not much did I seem to accomplish; yet the little that was done had on it the impress of good.

Still, I was dissatisfied, because my gifts were less dazzling than those of which many around me could boast.

When I thought of the brilliant ones sparkling in the firmament of literature, and filling the eyes of admiring thousands, something like the evil spirit of envy came into my heart and threw a shadow upon my feelings.

I was troubled because I had not their gifts.

I wished to shine with a stronger light.