XXVIII + 

From the first moment I sat down to write my life for the amusement of the world, and my opinions for its instruction, has a cloud insensibly been gathering over my father.вБ†вЄЇвБ†A tide of little evils and distresses has been setting in against him.вБ†вАФNot one thing, as he observed himself, has gone right: and now is the storm thickenвАЩd and going to break, and pour down full upon his head. + 

I enter upon this part of my story in the most pensive and melancholy frame of mind that ever sympathetic breast was touched with.вБ†вЄЇвБ†My nerves relax as I tell it.вБ†вЄЇвБ†Every line I write, I feel an abatement of the quickness of my pulse, and of that careless alacrity with it, which every day of my life prompts me to say and write a thousand things I should not.вБ†вЄЇвБ†And this moment that I last dippвАЩd my pen into my ink, I could not help taking notice what a cautious air of sad composure and solemnity there appearвАЩd in my manner of doing it.вБ†вЄЇвБ†Lord! how different from the rash jerks and hair-brainвАЩd squirts thou art wont, Tristram, to transact it with in other humoursвБ†вАФdropping thy penвБ†вЄЇвБ†spurting thy ink about thy table and thy booksвБ†вАФas if thy pen and thy ink, thy books and furniture cost thee nothing! + 