5 July 1841 – 11 July 1841

This town, too, lies out under the sky, a port of entry and departure for souls to and from heaven. A slight sound at evening lifts me up by the ears, and makes life seem inexpressibly serene and grand. It may be in Uranus, or it may be in the shutter. It is the original sound of which all literature is but the echo. It makes all fear superfluous. Bravery comes from further than the sources of fear.