Art and Science 



of stones to those that ask for bread. Life is 

 not life unless we can feel it, and a life limited 

 to a knowledge of such fraction of our work 

 as may happen to survive us is no true life in 

 other people ; salve it as we may, death is not 

 life any more than black is white. 



The objection is not so true as it sounds. I 

 do not deny that we had rather not die, nor 

 do I pretend that much even in the case of 

 the most favoured few can survive them be- 

 yond the grave. It is only because this is so 

 that our own life is possible; others have 

 made room for us, and we should make room 

 for others in our turn without undue repining. 

 What I maintain is that a not inconsiderable 

 number of people do actually attain to a life 

 beyond the grave which we can all feel forcibly 

 enough, whether they can do so or not that 

 this life tends with increasing civilisation to 

 become more and more potent, and that it is 

 better worth considering, in spite of its being 

 unfelt by ourselves, than any which we have 

 felt or can ever feel in our own persons. 



Take an extreme case. A group of people 

 are photographed by Edison's new process 



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