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Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to Be best
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Hope springs eternal in the human breast,


Man never is, but always to Be best


Ii Is said that the anticipation Of pleasure is a
greater pleasure than the enjoyment of the reality
and this anticipation is what we call Hope.


If things to come were not uncertain, and liab bic
to be operated upon by thousand unforeseen cir
cumstanees, there wculd be no need Of such a
feeling as Hope within the human BOSOM If rea-
son and foresight were inf.llablc, Hope would not
have been, and she never would have plumed her
golden wing and bid man seek in the far distant
future soiace and remuneration for the ills of the
present.


But view man as frail being, or limited capacity
and foreknowledge, looking into futurity with
trembling doubts, and calculating its prospects
with the cold eye Of reason. Whichever way he
looks all is dark and gloomy, and the shroud Of
despair is darkly cnveloping his crushed and raw
less spirit All TO him is uncertain except the
certainty of misery and the grave. snd no light
from beyond sheds single gieam Of gIadncss upon
his weary and desponding BOSOM


But to guard again: a condition 50 awful, 10,
arraed in heaveiiy vcsturc, with heavens divinity
beaming from her eye, Hone takes up her abode
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in the human breast. In the darkest and most
trying hour she whispers comfort, and points to a
bright spot afar beyond the calames Of the present
She cannot be crushed for although the man be not
happy, she 'sPrings eternal in his bosom and tells
him that lac viii be, and when She no longer cheers
his pathway this side the tomb, she throws
open its portals and soothes him with the prospect
Of glowing immortality.


Whether hope be sweet tlan enjoyment, we
know not; but we know that without hope this
earth would be dark indeed II IS The dew-drop
TO the flower life-the sunlight 10 the stormy
ocean of existence. Elastic and bouyant and
BRIGHT it glitters along the distant vista Of coming
years, and brighter prospect sats up 10 the weary
spirit like landscape gli,terng ia the morning
If this is not positive enjoyment, it at least
neutralizcs sorrow. II it is MT the WINE itself in
lfe's cup, ii is at least the sparkling hrlIiance at
its brim.