He excites at once my admiration and my pity to an astonishing degree.

How can I see so noble a creature destroyed by misery without feeling the most poignant grief?
He is so gentle, yet so wise; his mind is so cultivated, and when he speaks, although his words are culled with the choicest art, yet they flow with rapidity and unparalleled eloquence.

He is now much recovered from his illness and is continually on the deck, apparently watching for the sledge that preceded his own.

Yet, although unhappy, he is not so utterly occupied by his own misery but that he interests himself deeply in the projects of others.

He has frequently conversed with me on mine, which I have communicated to him without disguise.