space, gazes eagle-like upon the very sun of Glory, laughs death to scorn, and surveys the fields of two eternities—one behind, and one before it. This thing can never die, nor taste a single drop of bitter death! * * * How strange, how wonderfully strange I feel; yet these sensations are of excellent health, of exhilarant youth, of concentration and power; nor hath decrepitude or decay aught therein.
"I am not faint, but strong; not sad, but joyous." These were my observations on realizing the great change. Many a time had I read and heard of the capacity human beings have of experiencing joys purely nervous. Nearly all present human pleasures are based upon the fineness and susceptibility of the nerves to receive and impart magnetic impressions. My nerves had aforetime been made to tingle with strange, deep bliss when in the presence of those I loved, after their return from long absence; I had tasted the exquisite nectar from the lips of an innocent prattling babe, and had known the tumultuous thrill of friendship's joyous meetings; and yet all these were as blasts of frozen air to what now kept running, leaping, flying, dancing through me. It was the supremely delicious sense of being dead—the voluptuous joy consequent upon dying.
At first it seemed to me that keener joy, or deeper bliss would be impossible for man or woman to experience than those that now were mine. After a while I learned better.
Mankind expand from the action of two principles—Intellect and Intuition; the first being the basis of progression, the latter of development. Some, both in and out of the body, are built up by one, some by the other;
