“To pay my ‘honorable debts,’ as I called my gambling ones, I wrote to Louisa, requesting her to ask my father to send me a fresh supply of money.  She sent me a moderate sum in a purse of her own knitting, which she playfully observed, ’would not part with its treasures unless they were to be worthily employed.’

“The funds so easily obtained were soon scattered to the winds, and I sent a repetition of my former request to Louisa, couched in the most affectionate language, adding many words of endearment, without once thinking of the meanness of thus employing her affection to pander to my own selfish gratification.

“But I was mistaken in Louisa!  While she thought that she could benefit me, there was no limit to her kindness; but her principles were too firm for weak indulgence.  She replied to my demand kindly, but decidedly.  Her conscience would not allow her to impose on the generosity of our excellent parent, and to take from him that which was necessary for the comfort of his old age, for the sake of indulging me in my vicious pursuits.  She begged me to give him an honest statement of my affairs, and to assure him of my resolution to renounce the follies in which I had become thus entangled, cautioning me against endeavouring to warp his judgment by expressions of affection, while my whole conduct showed such utter disregard of his happiness.

“These were the first words of severity which I had ever heard from Louisa, and only her devotion to our father could have called them forth.  I was in a perfect rage at the receipt of her letter, and determined to do something which should make my sister repent of her boldness.

“That night my effects were all packed up, excepting a few valuables, of which I disposed at any price, to pay off my debts to my reckless companions, and the next day saw me on my way to New York.

“When I arrived at that city, I wrote a few lines to Louisa, but not a word to my father.  I remember them as plainly as if they were now before me, for they haunted me for years.  These were the cruel words with which I took leave of the sweetest of human beings:—­’Since you think, Miss Louisa, that my father is too poor to support me, I will no longer tax his kindness.  I can take care of myself, and be free from your reproaches.  I am going to sea in the first vessel that sails from this port.  I care not where it is bound, so that it bears me away from those that once loved me, but who have now cast me off from them for ever.’

“The first ship which I could find was just starting for a long whaling voyage; and, careless of consequences, I entered it as a common sailor, little aware of the trials I was about to endure.  A fit of sea-sickness made me soon repent of the rash step that I had taken; but it was too late to return; the vessel kept mercilessly on its course, carrying me away from my only true friends.  The tyranny of the coarse captain brought painfully to my remembrance the indulgence I had always received from my kind parent, whose only weakness was the readiness with which he yielded to my wishes.