WHO is there hardy enough to try difficulties? Is not the view horrible!
My pains and anxieties have been severe—those which, if I live, I shall
suffer, may be yet more so—This idea sinks me to despair.
AS a thing becomes irksome to us, our detestation is always
increased—Whatever object is disagreeable, we pine and sicken until it
is moved out of sight. Life growing upon one in this manner—increasing
in horrour—with continual apprehension of death—a certainty of surviving
every enjoyment, and no prospect of being delivered from suspense—it is
intolerable—he will assuredly be tempted to terminate the business with
his own hand.