aspirings and sorrows shall be dim and distant as
to us the days of Egypt�s Pharoahs; what lonely
fellow may not do as I do, now? O Human
Creatures, ever the same, weak and erring, but most
divine; meet is it that we should pity, should sym-
pathize with, should Love One Another! Meet is it
that we should Not judge one Another hardly, � that
we should try to do unto Others as we would they should
do unto Us.
Shall I know Lotty in another World? In what
Strange cycle of spirit life shall I be given to know
through I-know-not-what sense or intuition that this is
a human Soul I knew right well, and thought somewhat
off, on that earth; drifting together as we did a space?
De Quincy says, and, I know truly, a most awful
thing, That We Forget Nothing. Only a cloud of circum-
stances overlay and blur it out awhile. And persons� resusci-
tated from drowning have had all the acts of their lives pass before
them, like one Eternal, Instantaneous Panorama. Who
can think of this without awe? Who would�nt shirk
it if he could? Every one�s experience confirms this.
An accidental word, a scent, a look will bring up, vivid
and clearly defined some long forgotten incident. Then the