CHAPTER VI

How shall hasty and impatient Man know his blessings from his curses, his good from his evil? Good came upon me at this time in most terrible form, and in my ignorance I prayed to be delivered from my good, from the blessing that brought me my life’s usefulness and joy.... I arose on this particular morning, in London, feeling ill and apprehensive, afraid of I knew not what, but none the less afraid. I was in the grip of Hell’s chief devil—Fear—the fear of something wholly unspecified. Having dressed, with tremblin…