The Knickerbocker, Vol. 10, No. 3, September 1837Various
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The Knickerbocker, Vol. 10, No. 3, September 1837
Various
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Tailors and time work wonders; and in a short time my country friends
would hardly have known me. I soon settled down into courses of
dissolute life. I had no restraints. I imagined myself a martyr to
love, and was, indeed, unhappy; persuaded myself that I had no hope,
and particularly when about half drunk, I sighed like a furnace.
I spent one year, one precious year, of my youth in this manner. I
was desperate; lived away from home, and only visited my friends when
I was in want of money.
Sometimes, when my stomach was deranged, and my brain flighty, I
meditated self-destruction. I was only at ease when rioting in
excitement. I kept all sorts of company, and indulged in all sorts
of vices. I cannot imagine a more dissolute young man than I was in
conduct, who keeps himself this side of penal crime; though it is
worthy of remark, that I never recollect having indulged in any vice,
unless under artificial stimulus.
I believe my father thought himself a little in the wrong, by
suffering such desertion as I met with from all my friends. He pitied
me, and in the most affectionate manner persuaded me to return to his
house. A word of kindness was to me like manna in the wilderness.
I eagerly acceded to his proposal. He paid me every attention, and
actually left his business, and travelled with me for two months, and
endeavoured to bring my mind back to pleasant reflections; for I was
indeed almost a maniac. This was the balm in Gilead to my sick mind.
I came to myself, and with my father's permission I went to spend the
remainder of my clerkship at the celebrated law-school at L----.
I have always had the strongest inducements to do well. After all my
errors, before I left home, the friends of our family vied in showing
me kindness. I was in a constant round of the most refined society.
To be sure, I had the _éclat_ of having been disappointed in love
with the finest girl in the country; and any thing about love is
interesting; and to be crazy or drunk for love, is not so bad as to
be so for any other cause.
I was grateful for these favors and attentions; and when I left
home for the law lectures, I really believe all my friends were
firmly persuaded that I was an instance of wonderful reformation. So
credulous and forgiving are our friends for the sake of what they
know we can and ought to be!
CHAPTER XIV.
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