Within Today, Tomorrow Is Already Walking.

That Passage Is What I Call The Sublime Dashed To Pieces By Cutting Too Close With The Fiery Four-in-hand Round The Corner Of Nonsense.

How Many Of Our Virtues Originate In The Fear Of Death & That While We Flatter Ourselves That We Are Melting In Christian Sensibility Over The Sorrows Of Our Human Brethren And Sisteren, We Are In Fact, Tho' Perhaps Unconsciously, Moved At The Prospect Of Our Own End For Who Sincerely Pities Sea-sickness, Toothache, Or A Fit Of The Gout In A Lusty Good-liver Of 50?

Heart-chilling Superstition! Thou Canst Glaze Even Pity's Eye With Her Own Frozen Tear.

Look Through The Whole History Of Countries Professing The Romish Religion, And You Will Uniformly Find The Leaven Of This Besetting And Accursed Principle Of Action - That The End Will Sanction Any Means.

No Voice; But Oh - The Silence Sank Like Music On My Heart.