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should take so much pains to fashion an 

 insensible stone into the likeness of our- 

 selves ; and so little to prevent ourselves 

 from resembling an insensible stone ?" He 

 was constantly exhorting others to try to 

 improve their talents and moral character, 

 as he himself had done with so much ad- 

 vantage and comfort to his own mind. But 

 what was the cause of this continual effort 

 in behalf of others ? or whence arose that 

 elevation of sentiment and perfect self- 

 command which this philosopher possessed? 

 Surely from the belief that his present 

 state of existence was but preparatory to 

 one exalted and eternal. After he had 

 drank the poison, one of his friends, 

 anxious about his funeral, enquired of 

 him what were his wishes respecting a sub- 

 ject, which, to any real philosopher, must 

 appear altogether unimportant. " Bury 

 me," said Socrates, " where you please, pro- 



