What had been the profit of the tongues which I had learnt?
had they ever assisted me in the day of hunger?
No, no! it appeared to me that I had always misspent my time, save in one instance, when by a desperate effort I had collected all the powers of my imagination, and written the "Life of Joseph Sell;" but even when I wrote the Life of Sell, was I not in a false position?
Provided I had not misspent my time, would it have been necessary to make that effort, which, after all, had only enabled me to leave London, and wander about the country for a time?
But could I, taking all circumstances into consideration, have done better than I had?
With my peculiar temperament and ideas, could I have pursued with advantage the profession to which my respectable parents had endeavoured to bring me up?
It appeared to me that I could not, and that the hand of necessity had guided me from my earliest years, until the present night, in which I found myself seated in the dingle, staring on the brands of the fire.

But ceasing to think of the past which, as irrecoverably gone, it was useless to regret, even were there cause to regret it, what should I do in future?
Should I write another book like the Life of Joseph Sell; take it to London, and offer it to a publisher?
But when I reflected on the grisly sufferings which I had undergone whilst engaged in writing the Life of Sell, I shrank from the idea of a similar attempt; moreover, I doubted whether I possessed the power to write a similar work--whether the materials for the life of another Sell lurked within the recesses of my brain?
Had I not better become in reality what I had hitherto been merely playing at--a tinker or a gypsy?
But I soon saw that I was not fitted to become either in reality.

It was much more agreeable to play the gypsy or the tinker than to become either in reality.

I had seen enough of gypsying and tinkering to be convinced of that.

All of a sudden the idea of tilling the soil came into my head; tilling the soil was a healthful and noble pursuit! but my idea of tilling the soil had no connection with Britain; for I could only expect to till the soil in Britain as a serf.