But this world is a fragment--or, rather, a segment--and it will be rounded presently, to the completer satisfaction.

Not to doubt _that_ is the greatest blessing it gives now.

Death is as vain as life; the common impression of it, as false and as absurd.

A mere change of circumstances.

What more?
And how near these spirits are, how conscious, how full of active energy and tender reminiscence and interest, who shall dare to doubt?
For myself, I do not doubt at all.