IT IS THE ONE POSSIBLE CHANCE

of happiness, and only death stands in the way. Nature carries the soul

gently over the river, where those who have gone before stand waiting in

glad expectation. Shall we doubt either the goodness of God or the

perfection of nature? Shall we hesitate to weave the silk of death

around our bodies when we know that we may thence issue a being worthy

of a celestial sphere of action?

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