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" as is our nature, it delights in the immutable, and we expect as much constancy as if all time, to say nothing of our own changeableness, had not shown that ever 'the fashion of this world passeth away.' And this alone would be to me the convincing proof of the immortality of the soul or mind, or whatever is the animating principle of life. Whether it be the shadow cast from a previous existence, or an intuition of one to come, the love of that which lasts is an inherent impulse in our nature. Hence, that constancy which is the ideal of love and friendship,—that desire of fame which has originated every great effort of genius. Hence, too, that readiness of belief in the rewards and punishments of a future state held out by religion. From the commonest flower treasured, because its perfume outlives its beauty, to our noblest achievements where the mind puts forth all its power, we are prompted by that future which absorbs the present. The more we feel that we are finite, the more do we cling to the infinite."

"We turn from an object even the most common and trivial for the last time, knowing it to be the last, with a touch of sad thoughtfulness. What then must be the feeling with which we look on this beautiful world, and know that such looks are the last? The mysteries of this wonderful universe rise more palpable upon the departing spirit so soon to mingle with its marvels. A voice is on the air, and