Letter III

faculties, rises to the eternal world above us, as a song of praise from humanity to God. Amid the thousand, thousand tones ever joining to swell the music of that song, are those which sound loudest and grandest here , the tones which travel sweetest and purest to the Imperishable Throne; which mingle in the perfectest harmony with the anthem of the angel-choir! Ask your own heart that question⁠—and then say, may not the obscurest life⁠—even a life like mine⁠—be dignified by a lasting aspiration, and dedicated to a noble aim? > > I have done. The calm summer evening has stolen on