The anguish of my mind may not be written.Īt the close of the year 1835, Mr. By the combined physical force of the community, I am his slave-a slave for life." With thoughts like these, I was perplexed and chafed they rendered me gloomy and disconsolate. My faculties and powers of body and soul are not my own, but are the property of a fellow mortal, in no sense superior to me, except that he has the physical power to compel me to be owned and controlled by him. "Notwithstanding," thought I, "the many resolutions and prayers I have made, in behalf of freedom, I am, this first day of the year 1836, still a slave, still wandering in the depths of spirit-devouring thralldom. I had little pleasure in retrospect, and the prospect was not very brilliant. Sober people look both ways at the beginning of the year, surveying the errors of the past, and providing against possible errors of the future. The mind naturally occupies itself with the mysteries of life in all its phases-the ideal, the real and the actual. I am now at the beginning of the year 1836, a time favorable for serious thoughts. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today!
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