The Soul On Earth Is An Immortal

People Talk As If The Act Of Death Made A Complete Change In The Nature, As Well As In The Condition Of Man. Death Is The Vehicle To Another State Of Being, But Possesses No Power To Qualify Us For That State. In Conveying Us To A New World It Does Not Give Us A New Heart.

We Have Employments Assigned To Us For Every Circumstance In Life. When We Are Alone, We Have Our Thoughts To Watch; In The Family, Our Tempers; And In Company, Our Tongues.

Anger Is The Common Refuge Of Insignificance. People Who Feel Their Character To Be Slight, Hope To Give It Weight By Inflation: But The Blown Bladder At Its Fullest Distention Is Still Empty.

A Crown! What Is It? It Is To Bear The Miseries Of A People! To Hear Their Murmurs, Feel Their Discontents, And Sink Beneath A Load Of Splendid Care!

Sweet Is The Breath Of Praise When Given By Those Whose Own High Merit Claims The Praise They Give.