I die. That is to say, I shall never die-never, never! My body goes down, but my body is not I any more than my coat is I. I can do without the one I can do without the other. I may lose a limb, I may lose one limb. after another; but still I preserve my sense of being II still, the whole, round, personal, solid individual I. You see it when people are dying-up to the very last moment conscious; suffering, but the spark there, and, to the last that we see of it, indestructible. The old heathen poet was far ahead of some of these modern ones when he said: Non omnis moriar"-" I shall not all die."-MCNEILL. 64 Man's Brotherhood. There are two sides to the question: "What constitutes this brotherhood of man, of which we speak so much?" The progress of science develops every year more clearly the significant fact that all men are brothers whether they will or not; if not for weal, then for woe. God has said it not by any arbitrary decree, for this He never does, so far as our studies of Nature indicate. But in the constitution and course of things He has said: "All ye are brethren." Only by making this the major premise of our lives can we attain true happiness. The sooner we find it out, the better for us. The sooner we learn that it is true, the sooner we clasp hands in concerted purpose and endeavor to enact broth. erhood upon earth, the more shall we be made in the image of man, rather than show forth the lineaments of serpents and of beasts; for the hiss of the snake and the teeth of the hyena are not more savage, relentless and cruel than those laws and customs by which the greater number are steadily ground under the heel of the lesser, and a human being becomes the cheapest thing on earth -the least desired, and the worst cared for.-FRANCES E. WILLARD. The World in Man. Beautiful, no doubt, are all the forms of Nature, when transfigured by the miraculous power of poetry-hamlets and harvest-fields, and nut-brown waters, flowing even under the forest, vast and shadowy, with all the sights and sounds of rural life. But, after all, what are these but the decorations and painted scenery in the great theater of human life? What are they but the coarse materials of the poet's song? Glorious, indeed, is the world. of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us. There lies the land of song; there lies the poet's native land.-LONGFellow. The Wondrous Frame of Man. Not in the world of life alone, Where God has built His blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, With belted seas that come and go, Is all thy Maker's glory seen; Look in upon thy wondrous frame- OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. The Greatness of Man. Every want, not of a low kind, physical as well as moral, which the human breast feels, and which brutes do not feel and can not feel, raises man by so much in the scale of existence, and is a clear proof, and a direct instance, of the favor of God toward His so much favored human offspring. If man had been so made as to have desired nothing, he would have wanted almost everything worth possessing.-DANIEL WEbster. What Is Man? I have a thought. I am a creature of a day, passing through life as an arrow through the air. I am a spirit come from God, and returning to God; just hovering over the great gulf; till a few moments hence, I am no more seen! I drop into an unchangeable eternity!--JOHN WESLEY. A Finished Man. The finest fruit earth holds up to its Mvket ir » finshed man.-HUMBOLDT. |