Peace, comfort, quiet, happiness, I have found away from home. Only your own family, those nearest and dearest, can hurt you.

I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?

I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.

Darkest of all Decembers ever has my life known, Sitting here by the embers, stunned, helpless, alone.

Is the sea drying up? It is going up into mist and coming down on us in this water spout, the rain. It raineth every day, and the weather represents our tearful despair on a large scale.

Threatened men live long.

I am always on the women's side.