The souls of men are not like the “constant” quantities of the
mathematician. Divine love softens the hardest human hearts.
A mass of ironstone, dark and adamantine, flies through space
and suddenly impinges on our atmosphere. There is a flash in
the air and men gaze on the apparition of the blazing meteor.
They have seen an aerolite. The soft, invisible, impalpable
atmosphere receives the hard, ferruginous aerolite and at once
melts it. (Text.)
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