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    You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of
    an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived
    here yesterday; and my first task is to assure my dear sister of my welfare,
    and increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking.
  </p>
  <p>
    I am already far north of London; and as I walk in the streets of Petersburgh,
    I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves, and
    fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has
    travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste
    of those icy climes. Inspirited by this wind of promise, my day dreams become
    more fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the
    seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the
    region of beauty and delight. There, Margaret, the sun is forever visible; its
    broad disk just skirting the horizon, and diffusing a perpetual splendour.
    There⁠—for with your leave, my sister, I will put some trust in preceding
    navigators⁠—there snow and frost are banished; and, sailing over a calm sea, we
    may be wafted to a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region
    hitherto discovered on the habitable globe. Its productions and features may
    be without example, as the phenomena of the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in
    those undiscovered solitudes. What may not be expected in a country of eternal
    light? I may there discover the wondrous power which attracts the needle; and
    may regulate a thousand celestial observations, that require only this voyage
    to render their seeming eccentricities consistent forever. I shall satiate my
    ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never before visited,
    and may tread a land never before imprinted by the foot of man. These are my
    enticements, and they are sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death,
    and to induce me to commence this laborious voyage with the joy a child feels
    when he embarks in a little boat, with his holiday mates, on an expedition of
    discovery up his native river. But, supposing all these conjectures to be
    false, you cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all
    mankind to the last generation, by discovering a passage near the pole to
    those countries, to reach which at present so many months are requisite; or by
    ascertaining the secret of the magnet, which, if at all possible, can only be
    effected by an undertaking such as mine.
  </p>
  <p>
    These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my letter,
    and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven; for
    nothing contributes so much to tranquillise the mind as a steady purpose⁠—a
    point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye. This expedition has been
    the favourite dream of my early years. I have read with ardour the accounts of
    the various voyages which have been made in the prospect of arriving at the
    North Pacific Ocean through the seas which surround the pole. You may
    remember, that a history of all the voyages made for purposes of discovery
    composed the whole of our good uncle Thomas’s library. My education was
    neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading. These volumes were my study
    day and night, and my familiarity with them increased that regret which I had
    felt, as a child, on learning that my father’s dying injunction had forbidden
    my uncle to allow me to embark in a seafaring life.
  </p>
  <p>
    These visions faded when I perused, for the first time, those poets whose
    effusions entranced my soul, and lifted it to heaven. I also became a poet,
    and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I
    also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and
    Shakespeare are consecrated. You are well acquainted with my failure, and how
    heavily I bore the disappointment. But just at that time I inherited the
    fortune of my cousin, and my thoughts were turned into the channel of their
    earlier bent.
  </p>
  <p>
    Six years have passed since I resolved on my present undertaking. I can, even
    now, remember the hour from which I dedicated myself to this great enterprise.
    I commenced by inuring my body to hardship. I accompanied the whale-fishers on
    several expeditions to the North Sea; I voluntarily endured cold, famine,
    thirst, and want of sleep; I often worked harder than the common sailors
    during the day, and devoted my nights to the study of mathematics, the theory
    of medicine, and those branches of physical science from which a naval
    adventurer might derive the greatest practical advantage. Twice I actually
    hired myself as an under-mate in a Greenland whaler, and acquitted myself to
    admiration. I must own I felt a little proud, when my captain offered me the
    second dignity in the vessel, and entreated me to remain with the greatest
    earnestness; so valuable did he consider my services.
  </p>
  <p>
    And now, dear Margaret, do I not deserve to accomplish some great purpose? My
    life might have been passed in ease and luxury; but I preferred glory to every
    enticement that wealth placed in my path. Oh, that some encouraging voice
    would answer in the affirmative! My courage and my resolution is firm; but my
    hopes fluctuate, and my spirits are often depressed. I am about to proceed on
    a long and difficult voyage, the emergencies of which will demand all my
    fortitude: I am required not only to raise the spirits of others, but
    sometimes to sustain my own, when theirs are failing.
  </p>
  <p>
    This is the most favourable period for travelling in Russia. They fly quickly
    over the snow in their sledges; the motion is pleasant, and, in my opinion,
    far more agreeable than that of an English stagecoach. The cold is not
    excessive, if you are wrapped in furs⁠—a dress which I have already adopted;
    for there is a great difference between walking the deck and remaining seated
    motionless for hours, when no exercise prevents the blood from actually
    freezing in your veins. I have no ambition to lose my life on the post-road
    between <abbr>St.</abbr> Petersburgh and Archangel.
  </p>
  <p>
    I shall depart for the latter town in a fortnight or three weeks; and my
    intention is to hire a ship there, which can easily be done by paying the
    insurance for the owner, and to engage as many sailors as I think necessary
    among those who are accustomed to the whale-fishing. I do not intend to sail
    until the month of June; and when shall I return? Ah, dear sister, how can I
    answer this question? If I succeed, many, many months, perhaps years, will
    pass before you and I may meet. If I fail, you will see me again soon, or
    never.
  </p>
  <p>
    Farewell, my dear, excellent Margaret. Heaven shower down blessings on you,
    and save me, that I may again and again testify my gratitude for all your love
    and kindness.
  </p>
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            You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of
            an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings. I arrived
            here yesterday; and my first task is to assure my dear sister of my welfare,
            and increasing confidence in the success of my undertaking.
          </p>
          <p>
            I am already far north of London; and as I walk in the streets of Petersburgh,
            I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks, which braces my nerves, and
            fills me with delight. Do you understand this feeling? This breeze, which has
            travelled from the regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste
            of those icy climes. Inspirited by this wind of promise, my day dreams become
            more fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be persuaded that the pole is the
            seat of frost and desolation; it ever presents itself to my imagination as the
            region of beauty and delight. There, Margaret, the sun is forever visible; its
            broad disk just skirting the horizon, and diffusing a perpetual splendour.
            There⁠—for with your leave, my sister, I will put some trust in preceding
            navigators⁠—there snow and frost are banished; and, sailing over a calm sea, we
            may be wafted to a land surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region
            hitherto discovered on the habitable globe. Its productions and features may
            be without example, as the phenomena of the heavenly bodies undoubtedly are in
            those undiscovered solitudes. What may not be expected in a country of eternal
            light? I may there discover the wondrous power which attracts the needle; and
            may regulate a thousand celestial observations, that require only this voyage
            to render their seeming eccentricities consistent forever. I shall satiate my
            ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world never before visited,
            and may tread a land never before imprinted by the foot of man. These are my
            enticements, and they are sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death,
            and to induce me to commence this laborious voyage with the joy a child feels
            when he embarks in a little boat, with his holiday mates, on an expedition of
            discovery up his native river. But, supposing all these conjectures to be
            false, you cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all
            mankind to the last generation, by discovering a passage near the pole to
            those countries, to reach which at present so many months are requisite; or by
            ascertaining the secret of the magnet, which, if at all possible, can only be
            effected by an undertaking such as mine.
          </p>
          <p>
            These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began my letter,
            and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which elevates me to heaven; for
            nothing contributes so much to tranquillise the mind as a steady purpose⁠—a
            point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye. This expedition has been
            the favourite dream of my early years. I have read with ardour the accounts of
            the various voyages which have been made in the prospect of arriving at the
            North Pacific Ocean through the seas which surround the pole. You may
            remember, that a history of all the voyages made for purposes of discovery
            composed the whole of our good uncle Thomas’s library. My education was
            neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading. These volumes were my study
            day and night, and my familiarity with them increased that regret which I had
            felt, as a child, on learning that my father’s dying injunction had forbidden
            my uncle to allow me to embark in a seafaring life.
          </p>
          <p>
            These visions faded when I perused, for the first time, those poets whose
            effusions entranced my soul, and lifted it to heaven. I also became a poet,
            and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I
            also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and
            Shakespeare are consecrated. You are well acquainted with my failure, and how
            heavily I bore the disappointment. But just at that time I inherited the
            fortune of my cousin, and my thoughts were turned into the channel of their
            earlier bent.
          </p>
          <p>
            Six years have passed since I resolved on my present undertaking. I can, even
            now, remember the hour from which I dedicated myself to this great enterprise.
            I commenced by inuring my body to hardship. I accompanied the whale-fishers on
            several expeditions to the North Sea; I voluntarily endured cold, famine,
            thirst, and want of sleep; I often worked harder than the common sailors
            during the day, and devoted my nights to the study of mathematics, the theory
            of medicine, and those branches of physical science from which a naval
            adventurer might derive the greatest practical advantage. Twice I actually
            hired myself as an under-mate in a Greenland whaler, and acquitted myself to
            admiration. I must own I felt a little proud, when my captain offered me the
            second dignity in the vessel, and entreated me to remain with the greatest
            earnestness; so valuable did he consider my services.
          </p>
          <p>
            And now, dear Margaret, do I not deserve to accomplish some great purpose? My
            life might have been passed in ease and luxury; but I preferred glory to every
            enticement that wealth placed in my path. Oh, that some encouraging voice
            would answer in the affirmative! My courage and my resolution is firm; but my
            hopes fluctuate, and my spirits are often depressed. I am about to proceed on
            a long and difficult voyage, the emergencies of which will demand all my
            fortitude: I am required not only to raise the spirits of others, but
            sometimes to sustain my own, when theirs are failing.
          </p>
          <p>
            This is the most favourable period for travelling in Russia. They fly quickly
            over the snow in their sledges; the motion is pleasant, and, in my opinion,
            far more agreeable than that of an English stagecoach. The cold is not
            excessive, if you are wrapped in furs⁠—a dress which I have already adopted;
            for there is a great difference between walking the deck and remaining seated
            motionless for hours, when no exercise prevents the blood from actually
            freezing in your veins. I have no ambition to lose my life on the post-road
            between <abbr>St.</abbr> Petersburgh and Archangel.
          </p>
          <p>
            I shall depart for the latter town in a fortnight or three weeks; and my
            intention is to hire a ship there, which can easily be done by paying the
            insurance for the owner, and to engage as many sailors as I think necessary
            among those who are accustomed to the whale-fishing. I do not intend to sail
            until the month of June; and when shall I return? Ah, dear sister, how can I
            answer this question? If I succeed, many, many months, perhaps years, will
            pass before you and I may meet. If I fail, you will see me again soon, or
            never.
          </p>
          <p>
            Farewell, my dear, excellent Margaret. Heaven shower down blessings on you,
            and save me, that I may again and again testify my gratitude for all your love
            and kindness.
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