The Massachusetts Spy, And Worcester County Advertiser

"It cannot be that earth is man's only abiding place. It cannot be that our life is a bubble, cast up by the ocean of eternity to float a moment upon its waves, and sink into darkness and nothingness. Else why is it that the high and glorious aspirations, which leap like angels from the temples of our hearts, are for ever wandering abroad unsatisfied? Why is it, that the rainbow and the cloud come over us with a beauty that is not of earth, and then pass off and leave us to muse upon their faded loveliness? Why is it that the stars, which "hold their festivals around the midnight throne," are set above the grasp of our limited faculties— for ever mocking us with their unapproachable glory? And, finally, why is it that bright forms of human beauty are presented to our view and then taken from us—leaving the thousand streams of our affections to flow back in an Alpine torrent upon our hearts? We are born for a higher destiny than that of earth. There is a realm where the rainbow never fades— where the stars will be spread before us like the islands that slumber on the ocean, and where the beautiful beings, which here pass before us like visions, will remain in our presence for ever."