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 remians in store for us
with all its countless treasures; for there is no line draw, 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 atrain our eager gaze forward-Bidding
the lovely scenes at distance hail!-and see no end to the landscape,