And to think of a woman's venturing alone, without protection of any kind, into the wide world, across sea and mountain and plain,--it was quite preposterous." This was the opinion of my friends.
I had nothing to advance in opposition to all this but my firm unchanging determination.

My trust in Providence gave me calmness and strength to set my house in every respect in order.

I made my will, and arranged all my worldly affairs in such a manner that, in the case of my death (an event which I considered more probable than my safe return), my family should find every thing perfectly arranged.
And thus, on the 22d of March 1842, I commenced my journey from Vienna.
At one o'clock in the afternoon I drove to the Kaisermuhlen (Emperor's Mills), from which place the steamboats start for Pesth.
I was joyfully surprised by the presence of several of my relations and friends, who wished to say farewell once more.

The parting was certainly most bitter, for the thought involuntarily obtruded itself, "Should we ever meet again in this world ?" Our mournful meditations were in some degree disturbed by a loud dispute on board the vessel.

At the request of a gentleman present, one of the passengers was compelled, instead of flying, as he had intended, with bag and baggage to Hungary, to return to Vienna in company of the police.