My father and Mr.Weston were friends in early life, and I was thrown into frequent companionship with my husband, from the time when we were very young.

His appearance, his talents, his unvaried gayety of disposition won my regard.

For a time, the excess of dissipation in which he indulged was unknown to us, but on our return to Virginia after an absence of some months in England, it could no longer be concealed.

His own father joined with mine in prohibiting all intercourse between us.

For a time his family considered him as lost to them and to himself; he was utterly regardless of aught save what contributed to his own pleasures.