Feeling of younth



No young man believes he shall ever die. It was a saying of my brother's, and a fine one. There



is a feeling of Eternity in youth, which makes us amend for everything. To be young is to be as



one of the Immortal Gods. One half of time indeed is flown-the other half remains in store for us



with all its countless treasures; for there is no line drawn, and we see no limit to our hopes and



wishes. We make the coming age our own-



The vast, the unbounded prospect lies before us.



Death. old age. are words without a meaning. that pass by us like the idea air which we regard



not. Others may have undergone, or may still be liable to them-we "bear a charmed life", which



laughs to scorn all such sickly fancies. As in setting out on delightful journey, we strain our



eager gaze forward-



Bidding the lovely scenes at distance hail!





And see no end to the landscape, new objects presenting themselves as we advance; so, in the



commencement of life, we set no bounds to our inclinations. nor to the unrestricted opportunities



of gratifying them. we have as yet found no obstacle, no disposition to flag; and it seems that we



can go on so forever. We look round in a new world, full of life, and motion, and ceaseless



progress; and feel in ourselves all the vigor and spirit to keep pace with it, and do not foresee



from any present symptoms how we shall be left behind in the natural course of things, decline



into old age, and drop into the grave. It is the simplicity, and as it were abstractedness of our



feelings in youth, that (so to speak) identifies us with nature, and (our experience being slight



and our passions strong) deludes us into a belief of being immortal like it. Our short-lives



connection with existence we fondly flatter ourselves, is an indissoluble and lasting union-a



honeymoon that knows neither coldness, jar, nor separation. As infants smile and sleep, we are



rocked in the cradle of our fancies, and lulled into security by the roar of the universe



around us0we quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it, instead of which it only



overflows the more-objects press around us, filling the mind with their magnitude and with the



strong of desires that wait upon them, so that we have no room for the thoughts of death.
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