We are a race whose existence some inherent property has limited to the short space of twenty years.

We are exposed, in common with the rest of mankind, to innumerable casualties; but, if these be shunned, we are unalterably fated to perish by _consumption_.

Why then should I scruple to lay down my life in the cause of virtue and humanity?
It is better to die in the consciousness of having offered an heroic sacrifice, to die by a speedy stroke, than by the perverseness of nature, in ignominious inactivity and lingering agonies.
These considerations determined me to hasten to the city.

To mention my purpose to the Hadwins would be useless or pernicious.

It would only augment the sum of their present anxieties.