Wit Is The Fruitful Womb Where Thoughts

Friends Are Good,--good, If Well Chosen.

As I Had Once Done Thus In My Breaking Away From My Parents, So I Could Not Be Content Now, But I Must Go And Leave The Happy View I Had Of Being A Rich And Thriving Man In My New Plantation, Only To Pursue A Rash And Immoderate Desire Of Rising Faster Than The Nature Of The Thing Admitted; And Thus I Cast My Self Down Again Into The Deepest Gulph Of Human Misery That Ever Man Fell Into, Or Perhaps Could Be Consistent With Life And A State Of Health In The World.

I Have Often Thought Of It As One Of The Most Barbarous Customs In The World, Considering Us As A Civilized And A Christian Country, That We Deny The Advantages Of Learning To Women.

Now, Said I Aloud, My Dear Father's Words Are Come To Pass: God's Justice Has Overtaken Me, And I Have None To Help Or Hear Me: I Rejected The Voice Of Providence.

It Is Never Too Late To Be Wise.