To complete my despair, this unfortunate lady was apprized of my marriage with another woman; a circumstance which I had anxiously concealed from her.

She fled from her father's house at a time when her husband and brother were hourly expected.

What became of her I knew not.

She left behind her a letter to her father, in which the melancholy truth was told.
"Shame and remorse had no power over my life.

To elude the storm of invective and upbraiding, to quiet the uproar of my mind, I did not betake myself to voluntary death.