I can not get up a particle of enthusiasm or faith in the success, either financial or spiritual, of another series of conventions.

For the past five years I have gone through this routine and something within me keeps praying to be spared from more of it.

There has been such a surfeit of lecturing, the people are tired of it.

Then I never was so poor in purse and I fear to end another campaign with a heavy debt to still further encroach upon my small savings.

I can not bear to make myself dependent upon relatives for the food I eat and the clothes I wear; I never have done it and hope I may never have to.