Life Is Made Up, Not Of Great

Nature Is Beautiful, And You Are In Her Bosom. That Voice Of Comfort Which Speaks In The Breezes Of Morning, May Visit Your Mind, That The Delightful Influences Which The Green Leaves, The Blue Sky, The Moonbeams And Clouds Of The Evening Diffuse Over The Universe, May In Their Powers Of Soul-healing, Visit Your Day Visions, Is My Desire And Hope.

Life Is Made Up, Not Of Great Sacrifices Or Duties, But Of Little Things, In Which Smiles And Kindness, And Small Obligations Given Habitually, Are What Preserve The Heart And Secure Comfort.

Natural Science Is Founded On Minute Critical Views Of The General Order Of Events Taking Place Upon Our Globe, Corrected, Enlarged, Or Exalted By Experiments, In Which The Agents Concerned Are Placed Under New Circumstances, And Their Diversified Properties Separately Examined. The Body Of Natural Science, Then, Consists Of Facts; Is Analogy,-the Relation Of Resemblance Of Facts By Which Its Different Parts Are Connected, Arranged, And Employed, Either For Popular Use, Or For New Speculative Improvements.

Every Discovery Opens A New Field For Investigation Of Facts, Shows Us The Imperfection Of Our Theories. It Has Justly Been Said, That The Greater The Circle Of Light, The Greater The Boundary Of Darkness By Which It Is Surrounded.

The Three States Of The Caterpillar, Larva, And Butterfly Have, Since The Time Of The Greek Poets, Been Applied To Typify The Human Being,--its Terrestrial Form, Apparent Death, And Ultimate Celestial Destination.