Fellow-men; the ocean we would sound is unfathomable; and however much we add to our line, when it is out, we feel not the bottom.

Let us be truly lowly, then; not lifted up with a Pharisaic humility.

We crawl not like worms; nor wear we the liveries of angels.
"'The firmament-arch has no key-stone; least of all, is man its prop.
He stands alone.

We are every thing to ourselves, but how little to others.

What are others to us?
Assure life everlasting to this generation, and their immediate forefathers--and what tears would flow, were there no resurrection for the countless generations from the first man to five cycles since?
And soon we ourselves shall have fallen in with the rank and file of our sires.