What shall I do?
The work in which I have found so much delight for years, is completed; and now the restless mind springs away from this lovely Eden, and pines for new fields in which to display its powers.

Here I fondly hoped to spend the remainder of my life--contented--happy.

The idea was a dreamy illusion.

Daily is this seen in clear light.

I reprove myself; I chide the folly, as I call it; but, all in vain.