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taKe up the apostrophe of the great Raleigh, and say, 
(e O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! what none have 
dared, thon hast done; what none have attempted, thou 
hast accomplished; thou hast gathered all the might, 
majesty, and meanness of mankind, and hast covered 
them with these two words, 6 hie jacet” Nature's 
children have a dread of death, but Nature herself is in 
friendly compact with the master of silence. If the types, 
which are the ideas of God, have survived from the 
oldest rocks to this present hour, will not the spirit, which 
lives on ideas, and evolves them as the aquarium evolves 
its throng of animalcules, live for ever ? It is not hard 
to believe with Tennyson :— 
“ That nothing walks with aimless feet, 
That not one life shall be destroyed, 
Or cast as rubbish to the void, 
When Gad hath made the pile complete.’* 
