Canitbepossiblethatherpredictionisnotfarfromitsrealization？Ihavehadbothwakingandsleepingvisionswithintheselastmonthsandweekswhichhavetakenpossessionofmeandfilledmylifewithnewthoughts，newhopes，newresolves。
SometimesonthebosomofthelakebywhichIamdreamingawaythisseasonofbloomandfragrance，sometimesinthefieldsorwoodsinadistantglimpse，onceinanearerglance，whichleftmepaleandtremulous，yetwasfollowedbyaswiftreaction，sothatmycheeksflushedandmypulsebounded，Ihaveseenherwho——howdoIdaretotellitsothatmyowneyescanreadit？——Icannothelpbelievingistobemydeliverer，mysaviour。
Ihavebeenwarnedinthemostsolemnandimpressivelanguagebytheexpertsmostdeeplyreadinthelawsoflifeandthehistoryofitsdisturbinganddestroyinginfluences，thatitwouldbeattheimminentriskofmyexistenceifIshouldexposemyselftotherepetitionofmyformerexperiences。Iwasremindedthatunexplainedsuddendeathswereofconstant，ofdailyoccurrence；thatanyemotionisliabletoarrestthemovementsoflife:terror，joy，goodnewsorbadnews，——anythingthatreachesthedeepernervouscentres。Ihadalreadydiedonce，asSirCharlesNapiersaidofhimself；yes，morethanonce，diedandbeenresuscitated。Thenexttime，ImightveryprobablyfailtogetmyreturnticketaftermyvisittoHades。Itwasarathergrimstrokeofhumor，butIunderstooditsmeaningfullwell，andfelttheforceofitsmenace。
Afterall，whathadItoliveforifthegreatprimalinstinctwhichstrivestomakewholethehalflifeoflonelymanhoodisdefeated，suppressed，crushedoutofexistence？Whynotaswelldieintheattempttobreakupawretchedservitudetoapervertednervousmovementasinanyotherway？Iamaloneintheworld，——alonesaveformyfaithfulservant，throughwhomIseemtoholdtothehumanraceasitwerebyasinglefilament。Myfather，whowasmyinstructor，mycompanion，mydearestandbestfriendthroughallmylateryouthandmyearliermanhood，diedthreeyearsagoandleftmemyownmaster，withthemeansoflivingasmightbestpleasemyfancy。Thisseasonshalldecidemyfate。Onemoreexperiment，andI
shallfindmyselfrestoredtomyplaceamongmyfellow-beings，or，asIdevoutlyhope，inaspherewhereallourmortalinfirmitiesarepastandforgotten。