damned insipid medium--an equinoctial line--no one knows where, except
upon maps and measurement.

"'And all our _yesterdays_ have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.'

I will keep no further journal of that same hesternal torch-light; and,
to prevent me from returning, like a dog, to the vomit of memory, I tear
out the remaining leaves of this volume, and write, in
_Ipecacuanha_,--'that the Bourbons are restored!!!'--'Hang up
philosophy.' To be sure, I have long despised myself and man, but I
never spat in the face of my species before--'O fool! I shall go mad.'"

* * * * *

The perusal of this singular Journal having made the reader acquainted
with the chief occurrences that marked the present period of his
history--the publication of The Corsair, the attacks upon him in the
newspapers, &c.--there only remains for me to add his correspondence at
the same period, by which the moods and movements of his mind, during
these events, will be still further illustrated.

* * * * *

TO MR. MURRAY.

"Sunday, Jan. 2. 1814.

"Excuse this dirty paper--it is the _pen_ultimate half-sheet of a
quire. Thanks for your book and the Ln. Chron., which I return. The