letter ready the following day. In the small trunk that I had brought with me to Ulm, I had packed up my writing box; and most fortunately, when the nuns, as is customary, examined the trunk, they had not deprived me of this treasure; whether from complaisance, or because they were fearful of doing it, I know not, but now this box was to me of inestimable value.
I lost no time in writing, and anxious to exculpate myself from the charge of guilt in the eyes of my father, I gave him a very circumstantial account of every occurrence that had befallen me since our separation, without, at that time, considering what might be the consequences of such information to a man of honour and a parent. The lay sister performed her promise; my spirits revived, and gay hope once more shed her illusive smiles over my mind. But this temporary ease was of short duration. Week after week rolled away, and brought no change in my situation: Continual expectations wore me to a shadow; 'till months passing by,
