I am of a most peaceful disposition. My wishes are: a modest cottage with roof of thatch, but a good bed, good food, milk and butter of the freshest, before my window flowers, by the side of my door a few fair trees; and if God were pleased to render me perfectly happy, he would permit me the satisfaction of seeing about six or seven of my enemies hanged on those trees. From the depth of my heart I would forgive them all the wrong they had inflicted upon me during their lives. Yes; we must forgive our enemies—but not until they are hanged!