In accordance with many most excellentprecedents, I might begin by claiming the sympathy due to an orphanalone in the world. I might even summon my unguided childhood andthe absence of parental training to excuse my faults and extenuatemy indiscretions. But the sympathy which I should thus gain wouldbe achieved, I fear, by something very like false pretenses. For mysolitary state sat very lightly upon me—the sad events whichcaused it being softened by the influence of t