I can talk and can feel as virtue and justice prescribe; yet the tenor of my actions has been uniform.

One tissue of iniquity and folly has been my life; while my thoughts have been familiar with enlightened and disinterested principles.

Scorn and detestation I have heaped upon myself.

Yesterday is remembered with remorse.

To-morrow is contemplated with anguish and fear; yet every day is productive of the same crimes and of the same follies.
"I was left, by the insolvency of my father, (a trader of Liverpool,) without any means of support but such as labour should afford me.
Whatever could generate pride, and the love of independence, was my portion.