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Saturday, 23 August, 1828

I feel a sadness overspread the mink this morning and feel disposed to murmur at my heard fate. But why do I say fate? Is it decreed by the all-wise being that I must be doomed to wander in abject poverty? No, it cannot be. I am the power that seals my own fate. Inattention and mourning will assist to keep me in the place I wish to avoid.