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u although he might pass sentence of death on his body, he could not destroy 
Thraseas.” 
Cicero, speaking of the soul, says, “ that it is a being that could not be 
seen, nor tangible, yet must be allowed to exist. Throughout nature there 
is no swiftness which can compare with the flight of thought. The mind, 
it soars aloft beyond the compass of sea or land, sporting throughout the 
yastness of infinite space. Such lively powers, do they not speak its diyine 
extraction, alliance, and duration ?’ 5 Speaking of his death, he says, “ Oh! 
illustrious day! when I shall escape from the multitude, a heap of pollution, 
and be admitted to that diyine assembly of exalted spirits! When I shall 
behold again my son, whose soul is looking down upon me, and expecting 
that shortly we shall meet. 5 ’ 
Cato,* who had eyes too pure to live, when his country was enslaved, 
and without hope of being able to render it the least assistance, resolved 
to die. He is reported, by Cicero, thus to have discoursed. “ Since the 
mind can exert itself with such a remembrance of the past, such concern for 
the future, since it is enriched with so many arts, sciences, and discoveries, 
it is impossible but that this must be of a divine nature, and hence immortal; 
and that when it shall have quitted this frail body, it will be admitted to the 
divine assembly of exalted spirits in heaven . 55 
Seneca, when speaking of the dignity of the soul, says, “ I am of too 
noble an origin to be a slave to my body, which I only consider as the 
prison of my soul. At death, although the union betwixt soul and body be 
dissolved, the soul will still continue to exist without it. Is it possible the 
soul can perish, unless that can die which is immortal! ” 
With what triumph, and with what classic elegance, doth the Roman 
Poet exult: 
Non omnis moriar, multaque pars mei 
Vitabit. Horace. 
--man, tho’ dead, retains 
Part of himself. Th’ immortal mind remains. 
* He is thus made to reason by our immortal Addison : 
It must be so—Plato, thou reasonest well; 
Else, why this pleasing hope, this fond desire, 
This longing after immortality ? 
Or whence this secret dread and inward horror 
Of falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul 
Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 
Tis IleavVi itself that points out an hereafter, 
And intimates eternity to man! 
