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which remained from my profuse habits was nearly exhausted. In the prospect of immediate distress, I addressed myself to the author of my woes. Relating my situation, I implored his justice and his mercy. I sought in vain to awaken his tenderness, to touch his callous heart. To my humble supplications no answer was vouchsafed. Despair, for awhile, with its benumbing power, seized upon my heart!
"'Awaking to new anguish, and recalling my scattered faculties, I remembered the softness and the ease of my childhood, the doating fondness of my weak, but indulgent, parents. I resolved to address them, resolved to pour out before them the confession
