The first Sunday of 1832, arrived in the threefold capacity
of — ^the^r*^ day of the year, — the^r«^ day, of course, of the
month, — and the first day of the week ; — ^but it was not the
jftrat Sunday, since my recent overwhelming misfortune broke
upon me ; for two Sundays had intervened since that time-
sober enough, I dare say, although I have no note or recol-
lection, of the circumstances attending them.
Indeed, it is very probable, that my thoughts would be so
absorbed, in the sudden change that had befallen me, and the
deplorable condition to which 1 had been so unexpectedly re-
duced, as to swallow up all other considerations, for the pre-
sent.
The short time that had elapsed since the 17th, the day on
which the fatal intelligence reached me, may, however, be
supposed to have done something towards restoring me to
composure, and bringing me somewhat to myself; and it
must be confessed, that, in ordinary cases, the lapse of a few
days sometimes, has a very wonderful effect.
8^ LATTER STRUGOLBS

But, alas ! mine was not an ordinary caae^ and the wounds,
which, in their green state, or when deadened, by the surprise,
the suddenness of the erent had occasioned, had now, the
more I had had time to reflect, upon the unhappy circum^
stance, begun to fester, or to bleed afresh, — and the 1st of Ja-
nuary found me far, Tery far indeed, from being in possession
of a mind at ease, or, in that state of calm composure, in
which, in midst of all my toils and discouragements, I was
found — on that day twelvemonth.
