I cannot say with what passion I loved every thing even the inanimate objects that surrounded me.

I believe that I bore an individual attachment to every tree in our park; every animal that inhabited it knew me and I loved them.

Their occasional deaths filled my infant heart with anguish.

I cannot number the birds that I have saved during the long and severe winters of that climate; or the hares and rabbits that I have defended from the attacks of our dogs, or have nursed when accidentally wounded.
When I was seven years of age my nurse left me.

I now forget the cause of her departure if indeed I ever knew it.