26 November–2 December 1838

The brilliant young student full of philoso- phy and happy in the faculty of unfolding and illustrating his theories, should dread his own theories. They are snares for his own feet. We put our love where we have put our labor. Having done so well, having won so much praise by them, and so many opinions, how can he turn his back on them and follow the great light of truth to which these were only porches ? Yet must you leave your theory, as Joseph his coat in the hand of the harlot, and flee.