which thou didst inspire him who loved without having beheld thee.
Perhaps I erred in thinking thee beautiful, but, sure I am, thou
didst wear the beauty of the soul. Thy conversation, though spoken
amidst grossness and corruption of every kind, was ever chaste and
graceful; whilst others imprecated, thou didst bless; when eager in
contention, thy sweet voice still pacified, like oil upon the
troubled waters. If any noble mind hath read thy worth, and
snatched thee from an evil career; hath assisted thee with delicacy,
and wiped the tears from thy eyes, may every reward heaven can give
be his portion, that of his children, and of his children's
children!

Next to mine was another prison occupied by several men. I also
heard THEIR conversation. One seemed of superior authority, not so
much probably from any difference of rank, as owing to greater
eloquence and boldness. He played, what may musically be termed,
the first fiddle. He stormed himself, yet put to silence those who
presumed to quarrel by his imperious voice. He dictated the tone of
the society, and after some feeble efforts to throw off his
authority they submitted, and gave the reins into his hands.

There was not a single one of those unhappy men who had a touch of
that in him to soften the harshness of prison hours, to express one
kindly sentiment, one emanation of religion, or of love. The chief
of these neighbours of mine saluted me, and I replied. He asked me
how I contrived to pass such a cursed dull life? I answered, that
it was melancholy, to be sure; but no life was a cursed one to me,
and that to our last hour, it was best to do all to procure oneself
the pleasure of thinking and of loving.