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 effort made by the spirit of
preservation to avert the storm that was even then hanging in
the stars, and ready to envelope 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 effort of the spirit of good; but it was
ineffectual. Destiny was too potent, and immutable laws had
decreed my utter and terrible destruction.