What slave will not, if he may, escape from his chains?
Look, I weep: for more than two years I have never enjoyed one moment free from anguish.

I have often desired to die; but I am a very coward.

It is hard for one so young who was once so happy as I was; [_sic_] voluntarily to divest themselves of all sensation and to go alone to the dreary grave; I dare not.

I must die, yet my fear chills me; I pause and shudder and then for months I endure my excess of wretchedness.

But now the time is come when I may quit life, I have a friend who will not refuse to accompany me in this dark journey; such is my request:[69] earnestly do I entreat and implore you to die with me.