"I am a part of the part, which at first was the whole."
GOETHE.--Mephistopheles in Faust.

My spirits rose as I went deeper; into the forest; but I could not
regain my former elasticity of mind. I found cheerfulness to be like
life itself--not to be created by any argument. Afterwards I learned,
that the best way to manage some kinds of pain fill thoughts, is to dare
them to do their worst; to let them lie and gnaw at your heart till they
are tired; and you find you still have a residue of life they cannot
kill. So, better and worse, I went on, till I came to a little clearing
in the forest. In the middle of this clearing stood a long, low hut,
built with one end against a single tall cypress, which rose like a
spire to the building.

A vague misgiving crossed my mind when I saw it;
but I must needs go closer, and look through a little half-open door,
near the opposite end from the cypress. Window I saw none. On peeping
in, and looking towards the further end, I saw a lamp burning, with
a dim, reddish flame, and the head of a woman, bent downwards, as if
reading by its light. I could see nothing more for a few moments. At
length, as my eyes got used to the dimness of the place, I saw that the
part of the rude building near me was used for household purposes;
for several rough utensils lay here and there, and a bed stood in the
corner.