ABSTRACT
I remained in this dark and troubled solitude the whole night in the wildness of despair! I had left my hat at Mrs. Woodford’s; the rain beat incessantly on my burning head; the wind pierced my agitated bosom; and at the first glimpse of dawn, I presented to the pitiless eye of Heaven the image of a maniac. I rose from my melancholy seat; my limbs were almost petrified; my cloaths were drenched with the midnight torrents, and my strength exhausted by the agonies of affliction.
