At length a female opened the window of the second story, and, in a tone of peevishness, demanded what I wanted.

I told her that I wanted lodging.
"Go hunt for it somewhere else," said she; "you'll find none here." I began to expostulate; but she shut the window with quickness, and left me to my own reflections.
I began now to feel some regret at the journey I had taken.

Never, in the depth of caverns or forests, was I equally conscious of loneliness.
I was surrounded by the habitations of men; but I was destitute of associate or friend.

I had money, but a horse-shelter, or a morsel of food, could not be purchased.

I came for the purpose of relieving others, but stood in the utmost need myself.