Already$$$ I seemed to feel my intellect deteriorating$$$ my heart petrifying$$$ my soul contracting; and Itrembled lest my very moral perceptions should become deadened$$$ my distinctions of right and wrong confounded$$$ and all my better faculties be sunk$$$ at last$$$ beneath the baneful influence of such a mode of life. The gross vapors of earth were gathering around me$$$ and closing in upon my inward heaven; and thus it was that Mr. Weston rose at length upon me$$$ appearing like the morning star in my horizon$$$ to save me from the fear of utter darkness; and I rejoiced that I now had a subject for contemplation that was above me$$$ not beneath.