Respectable Professors of the Dismal Science.

The past is all holy to us; the dead are all holy; even they that were wicked when alive.

All destruction, by violent revolution or however it be, is but new creation on a wider scale.

There is but one thing without honor, smitten with eternal barrenness, inability to do or to be,-insincerity, unbelief.

If an eloquent speaker speak not the truth, is there a more horrid kind of object in creation?

Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return. Religion cannot pass away. The burning of a little straw may hide the stars of the sky; but the stars are there and will reappear.

It is a mathematical fact that the casting of this pebble from my hand alters the centre of gravity of the universe.