society which drives him forth a depraved and friendless
creature? or with himself no longer accountable for
his acts? O the agony of feeling that on the whole
face of the earth there is not a face that will look
upon you in kindness, nor a heart that will throb
with compassion at sight of your misery! I know
what this agony is, for in my darkest hours I have
looked for pity and strained my ears to catch the
tones of a kindly voice in vain. But let me hasten
to say, lest I be misunderstood, that since I commenced
to lecture, I have had the support and active help
of thousands of the very best men and women in the
land. I doubt that there was ever a man in calamity
trying to escape from terrors worse than those of
death who had more aid than has been extended to me.
Could prayers and tears lift one out of misfortune
and wretchedness I would long ago have stood above
all the tribulations of my life. I desire to
have every man and woman that has bestowed kindness
on me, if only a word or look, know that I remember
such kindness, and that I long to prove that it was
not thrown away. Every day there rises before
me numberless faces I have met from time to time,
each beautiful with the love, sympathy, and pity which
elevates the human into the divine. There are
others, I regret to say, that pass before me with dark
looks and scowls. I know them well, for they
have sought to discourage and drag me down. Their
tongues have been quick to condemn and free to vilify
me. I seek no revenge on them. I forgive
as wholly and freely as I hope to be forgiven.
May God soften their tiger hearts and melt their hyena
souls.
CHAPTER IX.
The ever-recurring spell—Writing in the sand—Hartford City—In the
ditch—Extricated—Fairly started—A telegram—My brother’s death—Sober—A
long night—Ride home—Palpitation of the heart—Bluffton—The
inevitable—Delirium again—No friends, money, nor clothes—One hundred
miles from home—I take a walk—Clinton county—Engage to teach a
school—The lobbies of hell—Arrested—Flight to the country—Open
school—A failure—Return home—The beginning of a terrible experience—Two
months of uninterrupted drinking—Coatless, hatless, and bootless—The
“Blue Goose”—The tremens—Inflammatory rheumatism—The torments of the
damned—Walking on crutches—Drive to Rushville—Another drunk—Pawn
my clothes—At Indianapolis—A cold bath—The consequence—Teaching
school—Satisfaction given—The kindness of Daniel Baker and his wife—A
paying practice at law.
I was at all times unhappy, and hence I was always
restless and discontented. I was continually
striving for something that would at least give me
contentment, but before I could establish myself in
any thing the ever-recurring spell would seize me,
and whatever confidence I had succeeded in gaining
was swept away. I wrote in sand, and the incoming
tide with a single dash annihilated the characters.