I have heard nothing of this excepting through the public papers but the account is
so circumstantial I dare not disbelieve it.1
My thoughts rest upon the horrible circumstances, and the singular indifference with
which he was observed in his extravagance. Poor fellow, he complained to Dr. Welsh
before he went, but I never suspected alienation of mind or he should never have gone.
I went to his room and examined his papers. They display nothing but pain, mental
agitation about his future prospects which he had much indulged in, but no despair.
I destroyed some things which I thought his imprudence had left, and in looking over
his own memorials of his mind, I could not help feeling a mixture of emotions which
only hereafter shall I be able to describe.