From My Infancy I Was

I, A Miserable Wretch, Haunted By A Curse That Shut Up Every Avenue To Enjoyment.

Ennui, The Demon, Waited At The Threshold Of His Noiseless Refuge, And Drove Away The Stirring Hopes And Enlivening Expectations, Which Form The Better Part Of Life.

All Judges Had Rather That Ten Innocent Should Suffer Than That One Guilty Should Escape.

My Education Was Neglected, Yet I Was Passionately Fond Of Reading.

I Am Very Averse To Bringing Myself Forward In Print, But As My Account Will Only Appear As An Appendage To A Former Production, And As It Will Be Confined To Such Topics As Have Connection With My Authorship Alone, I Can Hardly Accuse Myself Of A Personal Intrusion.