No young man believes he shall ever die. It was a saying of my brother's, and a fine one.
There is a feeling of Eternity in youth, which makes us amend for everything. To be young is
to be as one of the Immortal Gods. One half of time indeed is flown-the other half remains
in store for us with all its countless treasures; for there is no line drawn, and we see no
limit to our hopes and wishes. We make the coming age our own -- The vast, the unbounded
prospect lies before us Death. old age. are words without a meaning. that pass by us like
the idea air which we regard not. Others may have undergone, or may still be liable to
them-we "bear a charmed life", which laughs to scorn all such sickly fancies. As in setting
out on delightful journey, we strain our eager gaze forward- Bidding the lovely scenes at
distance hail!-and see no end to the landscape, new objects presenting themselves as we advance;
so, in the commencement of life, we set no bounds to our inclinations. nor to the unrestricted
opportunities of gratifying them. we have as yet found no obstacle, no disposition to flag; and
it seems that we can go on so forever. We look round in a new world, full of life, and motion,
and ceaseless progress; and feel in ourselves all the vigor and spirit to keep pace with it, and
do not foresee from any present symptoms how we shall be left behind in the natural course of
things,decline into old age, and drop into the grave. It is the simplicity, and as it were
abstractedness of our feelings in youth,