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September 2d.

MY BELOVED SISTER,

I write to [you encompassed by peril and] <you, encompassed by peril, and> ignorant whether I am ever doomed to see again dear England, and the dearer friends that inhabit it. I am surrounded by mountains of ice, which admit of no [escape and] <escape, and> threaten every moment to crush my vessel. The brave [fellows whom I have persuaded to be my companions look] <fellows, whom I have persuaded to be my companions, look> towards me for aid; but I have none to bestow. There is something terribly appalling in our situation, yet my courage and hopes do not desert me. [We may survive; and if we do not, I will repeat the lessons of my Seneca, and die with a good heart.] <Yet it is terrible to reflect that the lives of all these men are endangered through me. If we are lost, my mad schemes are the cause.>

[Yet] <And> what, Margaret, will be the state of your mind? You will not hear of my destruction, and you will anxiously await my return. Years will pass, and you will have visitings of despair, and yet be tortured by hope. Oh! my beloved sister, the sickening [failings] <failing> of your heart-felt [expectations are] <expectation is>, in prospect, more terrible to me than my own death. But you have a husband, and lovely children; you may be happy: Heaven bless you, and make you so!

My unfortunate guest regards me with the tenderest compassion. He endeavours to fill me with hope; and talks as if life were a possession which he valued. He reminds me how often the same accidents have happened to other navigators, who have attempted this sea, and, in spite of myself, he fills me with cheerful auguries. Even the sailors feel the power of his eloquence: when he speaks, they no longer despair; he rouses their energies, and, while they hear his voice, they believe these vast mountains of ice are mole-hills, which will vanish before the resolutions of man. These feelings are transitory; each [day's] <day of> expectation delayed fills them with fear, and I almost dread a mutiny caused by this despair.

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