the heavens, but has been lost to me by the intrusion of somebody. During the
severity
of rain, sleet, frost, and storm, I congratulate myself that it cannot be
worse indoors than abroad, nor worse abroad than it is within doors; and so I
become reconciled. When the sun rises bright in the morning, and promises a
glorious day, I never omit to exclaim, “There, now, they have another blessing
from Heaven, which they will be sure to destroy: they spoil everything, —
health, fame, happiness, amusement; and they do this generally through folly,
ignorance, or imbecility, and always, according to their own account, with the
best intentions!” I could often beseech them, on my bended knees, to be less
resolved upon their own destruction.
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