I leaped from the floor: I dashed my head against the wall: I uttered screams of horror: I panted after torment and pain.

Eternal fire, and the bickerings of hell, compared with what I felt, were music and a bed of roses.
"I thank my God that this degeneracy was transient, that he deigned once more to raise me aloft.

I thought upon what I had done as a sacrifice to duty, and WAS CALM.

My wife was dead; but I reflected, that though this source of human consolation was closed, yet others were still open.

If the transports of an husband were no more, the feelings of a father had still scope for exercise.