single faculty of his measureless soul is infinitely greater than the spirit, nor may even an archangel comprehend fully one of these faculties, at a glance, in view of its limitless and expansive power. From one point he may comprehend what the faculty was and is, but not what it can be: yet the soul itself has untold myriads of these; and only God himself can embrace all at one mental grasp—He alone can fully and perfectly know a soul as it was, is, and is to be. This does not conflict with previous assertions that a soul can comprehend itself; for God's omniscience embraces the past, the present, and the future: manonly seizes upon the first two. Virtue and Vice, and the organs it now uses, are but incidents in the career of this under-God. These things are of time—are transitory and fleeting; but the man is forever! In view of this, what is a vice, what is accident to this majestic being—the perfected work of the viewless Lord of Infinite Glory?
They are but flecks upon the rose-leaf—atoms on a moon-beam! The immortal man is not fashioned of such material as can be forever marred by vice, forever happy in what now constitutes the virtues. Its destiny is Action, and in the perpetual transmigrations, contrasts and. changes of the hereafter, it will find its truest account, and the proper subservence of the purposes of the awful Will which spake it into being. "Rest for the weary," is there? There is no rest! Man can never rest! God does not; why then should he?
The immortal spark within is a thing of ceaseless activities; not in sins and repentances, but in noble aspirations and high and lofty doing. Great God! I cower in the presence of the tiniest soul ever spoken into being; for I feel, by reason of the great unveiling
