My candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open.

I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathize with me, whose eyes would reply to mine.

What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?

Polluted by crimes, and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?

The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.

My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.

I leave a sad and bitter world; and if you remember me, and think of me as of one unjustly condemned, I am resigned to the fate awaiting me.