Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by such slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity or ruin. When I look back, it seems to me as if this almost miraculous change of inclination and will was the immediate suggestion of the guardian angel of my life—the last e ort made by the spirit of preservation to avert the storm that was even then hang- ing in the stars and ready to envelop me. Her victory was announced by an unusual tranquillity and gladness of soul which followed the relinquishing of my ancient and latterly tormenting studies. It was thus that I was to be taught to associate evil with their prosecution, happiness with their disregard.
It was a strong e ort of the spirit of good, but it was in- e ectual. Destiny was too potent, and her immutable laws had decreed my utter and terrible destruction.