he

    mud to Brig-town -- which place he would reach some

    time in the morning.

    Any prospect of ao life to a dead man makes

    indifferent all times and places.  t may occur is

    al to all our senses.  For

    t part lying and transient circumstances to

    make our occasions.  t, the cause of our

    distraction.  Nearest to all t power which fashions

    t to us t lainually being

    executed.  Next to us is not th

    alk, but the workman whose work we are.

    quot; and profound is tile powers of

    ;

    quot;e seek to perceive t see to

    ified ance of

    t be separated from t;

    quot;t in all tify

    ts, and clots to

    offer sacrifices and oblations to tors.  It is an ocean

    of subtile intelligences.  they are everywhere, above us, on our

    left, on our rig;

    e are ts of an experiment tle

    interesting to me.  Can  do  ty of our gossips

    a little o

    cruly, quot;Virtue does not remain as an

    abandoned orp must of necessity ;

    ithinking we may be beside ourselves in a sane sense.  By a

    conscious effort of tand aloof from actions and

    things, good and bad, go by us like a

    torrent.  e are not he

    driftream, or Indra in t.  I

    may be affected by a trical exion; on ther hand, I may

    not be affected by an actual event wo concern me much

    more.  I only knoy; to speak,

    of ts and affections; and am sensible