genesis, but, like trees of the forest, there are vast differences between them. Men often speak of "full souls, big souls, weak souls, strong souls, lean and fat souls," and so on—thus leaping to a truth by a single bound of intuition. For no greater truths exist than those words convey. People grow weary by labor, that's physical exhaustion; and of pleasure, that's sensational weariness; and of thinking, hoping, cogitating on a single subject, that's soul-tiredness—for all of which rest is demanded, or rather a change of attention and occupation.
The body is a laboratory, wherein the most beautiful and useful chemical labors are carried on; and it extracts and distils the finest essences from all things it manipulates. True it is, that a coarse man will only extract physical energy from beef and wine j but it is also true that these things contain something far more rare, and so subtle that it requires a stomach of finer texture and more elevated order to extract the higher essences, that go to inspire genius, develope poets, and sustain philosophers in thinking.
Some persons manufacture bleaching salts and oil of vitriol; others compouud the delicate odors which float upon the air of palaces, and radiate from the garments of refined women; yet both are chemists. And so of human bodies; they feed on the essences of food, and convert these essences into the most spiritual forms possible; this last is duly laid away in numberless magazines, or store-houses, which we call the "Nervous Ganglia." When these stores are distributed, the body grows strong. When the supply is exhausted, we become faint and weary, and finally fall asleep, whereupon the soul-sun sets for a while (vide the case of the
