I do not wish to dwell too long on this sad page of my young life, but sad as it is, it is followed by another so dark, I know not whether my trembling hand should attempt to unfold it.

Indeed, I fear I have commenced a task I had better have left alone.

I know, however, I have scenes to relate full of the wildest romance, and that though what I have written may be childish and commonplace, I have that to relate which will interest, if the development of life's deepest passions have power to do so.
The history of a human heart! a true history of that mystery of mysteries! a description of that city of our God, more magnificent than the streets of the New Jerusalem! This is what I have commenced to write.

I will go on.
For nine days Peggy wrestled with the destroying angel.

During that time, nineteen funerals had darkened the winding avenue which led to the grave-yard, and she who was first attacked lingered last.