I must go back to my preaching, or I must leave England.

Among a primitive people, away from the cities--in the far and fertile West of the great American continent--I might live happily with my wife, and do good among my neighbors, secure of providing for our wants out of the modest little income which is almost useless to me here.

In the life which I thus picture to myself I see love, peace, health, and duties and occupations that are worthy of a Christian man.

What prospect is before me if I take the advice of my friends and stay here?
Work of which I am weary, because I have long since ceased to respect it; petty malice that strikes at me through my wife, and mortifies and humiliates her, turn where she may.

If I had only myself to think of, I might defy the worst that malice can do.