It Seems To Me That It Will

I Am Sure That The Sad Days And Happenings Were Rare, And That I Lived The Joyous And Careless Life Of Other Children; But Just Because The Happy Days Were So Habitual To Me They Made No Impression Upon My Mind, And I Can No Longer Recall Them.

I Recall Feeling An Almost Delicious Terror When One Day I Found Myself Alone In The Midst Of Tall June Grasses That Grew High As My Head. But Here The Secret Working Of Self Consciousness Is Almost Too Entangled With The Things Of The Past For Me To Explain It.

Painting And Music Were The Only Things I Worked At Industriously And Faithfully.

My Sister And My Brother, Of Whom I Have Not Spoken Before, Were Considerably Older Than I; It Seemed Almost As If We Belonged To Different Generations.

I Still Held Fast To My Determination To Become A Minister; It Still Seemed To Me That That Was My Duty. I Had Pledged Myself, In My Prayers I Had Given My Word To God. How Could I Therefore Break My Vow?