so 



* * * How are the mighty fallen in the midst of 

 the battle. O Jonathan, thou was slain in thine high 

 places. I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan ; 

 very pleasant hast thou been unto me ; thy love to me was 

 wonderful, passing the love of women. How are mighty 

 fallen and the weapons of war perished ! " 



Perished ? Is then our friend and brother dead ? Nay; 

 are not we rather among the dead and he among the 

 living? Translated to yonder pure realm, his astonishing 

 capacity for work developed under difficulties here knows 

 no cessation nor impediment to success there ; his fond- 

 ness for discovery, the most unalloyed source of happiness 

 here, mounts upward to endless gratification there, making 

 his blessedness complete. Nor has his life, though trans- 

 lated, vanished altogether from these, its former scenes 

 and companions. For just as the rays of some fair and 

 far-off star in the sky continue to leap across infinite 

 spaces and to greet the denizens of this earth for ages 

 after it may itself have been extinguished, so the in- 

 fluences of the great and good shine on after the mortal 

 tabernacle that held the immortal spirit has crumbled into 

 dust, and they will shine on forever and ever. 



