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1Author:  Neal John 1793-1876Add
 Title:  Errata, or, The works of Will. Adams  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: One year; one whole year hath passed away, since I finished the last chapter. This very evening completes it. And even yet, my hand trembles, in taking up the story again. I feel like one, who, having grown old in sorrow and loneliness, is about to enter again, for the first time, since the death of a beloved one,—the apartment where she died.—How shall I bear it?—Is there, do you believe, upon the wide earth, a man of my age, so utterly desolate, as I, at this moment? I do not believe that there is. I have loved, and been beloved, truly and tenderly; very passionately too; and devoutly, at times;—been blessed, beyond the lot of other men—with the wife of my heart, and the babe of my strength, beautiful as day, and good, as beautiful—but where are they? Man, man! of what avail is all thy sorrowing and humiliation!—thy penitence and contrition? The curse of thy boyhood pursues thee! the shadow of thy transgressions; and, where the good man beholds but the visiting of God's own hand, in gentleness and love, the wicked quake under it, as beneath the unsparing retribution of one, that hath power, and will not be appeased. “But for your sake, my dear Wallace, I should never write to you another line. I had nearly come once to the resolution, never to speak, nor think, nor write of you again. You have been ill. I am sorry for it.— But the worst illness that you have, is one, of which, whatever be the consequences. I am determined to speak plainly.—You want resolution, steadiness, and resisting power. “I have perused your affectionate letter.”
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