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[ | [thin?] is [afferent?] on the face of their acts. [it?] has been at the expense of [unclear] and condones on my front. I have always treated my fellow men as though they would be regardful of me, and always with reference to their feelings, suffering if I supposed I caused them to suffer. My sympathy has been unbounded. Thou [wilt?] find me now, more selfish, more [futulant?] easier to [unclear] [unclear] actions. I have learned men better, but myself is not much bettered thereby. I have [seen?] in this first year, humanity in every distorted shape in almost every case of trial and suffering, [Unclear] [unclear] from every [conscientious?] and honest man, and now [sutitled?] to all sympathy and [conerlation]. Such is the world, this world run mad in their rush for gold. | ||
As for me I am full of imperfections! Wherever I turn [sorrow] and only [sorrow] for myself returns [anewer?] to your inquiries. I am no more [noble?], no more from to duty and right [unclear] from [unclear] [unclear], no more sinful and sincere--no more candid and true, no more [unclear], no more prudent or thoughtful of no stronger judgement than when you last worked after me. Still the follower of [unclear] [garned?] by the circumstances of to day, impatient under restraint, undignified in conduct, [unclear] in failings and actions! Ah! I am full of imperfections. Why cannot I be as good as other men, beloved by all, respected and esteemed, my [Unclear] Day! I would be like Brontes who won this praise from his enemy Antony. | As for me I am full of imperfections! Wherever I turn [sorrow] and only [sorrow] for myself returns [anewer?] to your inquiries. I am no more [noble?], no more from to duty and right [unclear] from [unclear] [unclear], no more sinful and sincere--no more candid and true, no more [unclear], no more prudent or thoughtful of no stronger judgement than when you last worked after me. Still the follower of [unclear] [garned?] by the circumstances of to day, impatient under restraint, undignified in conduct, [unclear] in failings and actions! Ah! I am full of imperfections. Why cannot I be as good as other men, beloved by all, respected and esteemed, my [Unclear] Day! I would be like Brontes who won this praise from his enemy Antony. | ||
This was the noblest Roman of them all. | This was the noblest Roman of them all. |
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[thin?] is [afferent?] on the face of their acts. [it?] has been at the expense of [unclear] and condones on my front. I have always treated my fellow men as though they would be regardful of me, and always with reference to their feelings, suffering if I supposed I caused them to suffer. My sympathy has been unbounded. Thou [wilt?] find me now, more selfish, more [futulant?] easier to [unclear] [unclear] actions. I have learned men better, but myself is not much bettered thereby. I have [seen?] in this first year, humanity in every distorted shape in almost every case of trial and suffering, [Unclear] [unclear] from every [conscientious?] and honest man, and now [sutitled?] to all sympathy and [conerlation]. Such is the world, this world run mad in their rush for gold. As for me I am full of imperfections! Wherever I turn [sorrow] and only [sorrow] for myself returns [anewer?] to your inquiries. I am no more [noble?], no more from to duty and right [unclear] from [unclear] [unclear], no more sinful and sincere--no more candid and true, no more [unclear], no more prudent or thoughtful of no stronger judgement than when you last worked after me. Still the follower of [unclear] [garned?] by the circumstances of to day, impatient under restraint, undignified in conduct, [unclear] in failings and actions! Ah! I am full of imperfections. Why cannot I be as good as other men, beloved by all, respected and esteemed, my [Unclear] Day! I would be like Brontes who won this praise from his enemy Antony. This was the noblest Roman of them all. All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar: He only in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. HIs life was gentle: And the elements So mixed in him--that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, "This was a man."
To be a man, "that honest man who is the noblest [unclear] God!'. I am impetuous--quick [using?] in judgement, full of mishap and mistake. I always act as feeling any [relations?] to God, my fellows and myself considerate, thoughtful, be this my character.