Fixed Stars. 67 



the end of time, in the passing away of a 

 system. 



What an amazing conception, if hu- 

 man imagination can conceive it, does 

 this give of the works of the Creator! 

 Thousands of thousands of suns, multi- 

 plied without end, and ranged ail around 

 us, at immense distances from each oth- 

 er, attended by ten thousand times ten 

 thousand worlds, all hung loosens it were, 

 in boundless space, upheld by nothing, 

 confined by nothing, yet preserved in 

 their rapid course, calm, regular and har- 

 monious, invariably keeping the paths 

 assigned them by the sovereign Artificer. 



