I had admired the perfect forms of my trees--their grace, beauty, and delicate complexions: but how was I terrified when I viewed myself in there. At first I started back, unable to believe that it was indeed I who was reflected in the mirror; and when I became fully convinced that I was in reality a fragile soul that I am, I was filled with the bitterest sensations of despondence and mortification. Alas! I did not yet entirely know the fatal effects of this miserable deformity.
