Mine has been a tale of horrors; I have reached their acme, and what I must now relate can but be tedious to you.

"Oh! Peace, peace, my love," replied I; "this night, and all will be safe; but this night is dreadful, very dreadful."

Cold, want, and fatigue were the least pains which I was destined to endure; I was cursed by some devil and carried about with me my eternal hell; yet still a spirit of good followed and directed my steps and when I most murmured would suddenly extricate me from seemingly insurmountable difficulties.

Never will I give up my search until he or I perish; and then with what ecstasy shall I join my Elizabeth and my departed friends, who even now prepare for me the reward of my tedious toil and horrible pilgrimage!

I am satisfied, miserable wretch! You have determined to live, and I am satisfied.

My life, as it passed thus, was indeed hateful to me, and it was during sleep alone that I could taste joy. O blessed sleep!

To you first entering on life, to whom care is new and agony unknown, how can you understand what I have felt and still feel?

I am surrounded by mountains of ice which admit of no escape and threaten every moment to crush my vessel.

Can any man be to me as Clerval was, or any woman another Elizabeth?

What do you mean? What do you demand of your captain? Are you, then, so easily turned from your design? Did you not call this a glorious expedition?