once deposited is ever lost-many things gone perhaps from the present memory of the moment, but there, and may be recalled. A brain fever may quicken what has slept in the mind a long lifetime as seen in those Pennsylvania Swedes that Rush (I believe) tells us of, praying on their death-beds, in their mother tongue, the little prayers of their childhood-prayers and a tongue gone from their recollection for threescore years or more.

The records of a whole life are rendered up to memory in a moment, in the case of drowning men -as recovered persons say.

What may not death do for us all?

It is astounding to consider the universe concentrated in the unity of a single consciousness. But for this unity of consciousness, nothing in the storehouse of the mind could be said to be truly there. Yet what an unspeakable chaos would this storehouse be, what useless lumber all its treasures, were it not for the ways by which they are connected, and through which they may be evoked.

Most curious and wonderful is it to think how all things are tied and linked together, so that there is not one single thing--object, image, thought, word-but is connected with every other thingobject, image, thought, word-in the universe, con

nected more or less nearly or remotely, and, it may be, in half a score of ways, by relations of cause and effect, substance and quality, universal and particular, genus and species, sameness and difference, likeness and unlikeness, nearness or distance in time or place. Just as there is not a single point in the infinitude of space from which you cannot go to every other point-if not in an actual or practical, yet in a mathematical and theoretical way; so there is not an object for the senses, nor an image for the fancy, nor a conception, nor a thought, but will carry you (if you allow it) away over hill and dale, across plains and rivers, to the topmost peaks of the highest mountains; across seas and oceans to the world's end; to the planets; to the utmost stars whose light has been travelling for ages toward our world, and has ages yet to travel before it will strike our orb; and so onward and outward in every conceivable line of motion, through all space and through all time.

one :

Behold a symbol, or rather the suggestion of

Now, thoughtful reader, consider that this common centre may be anywhere, and consequently that every point in the infinitude of space may be the centre of such a figure lying in every plane.

Therefore try to bring clearly before thy mind's eye infinitude, in the boundless height and depth and length and breadth of its sphere and pleni

tude, thus diagrammed: an infinite series of concentric spheres, and every point in infinitude a centre, with radiating lines cutting and tangents starting from every point in the periphery of every sphere.

Thou canst not indeed get a clear image of all this, for the imageable infinite is a contradiction. When we attempt to measure the absolutely infinite, we get nothing at the greatest but the indefinitely extended finite-a mere zero of the infinite.

I am well aware of this: I only said try; and if thou triest long enough and patiently enough, thou wilt conceive enough and get enough of image to be to thee a symbol of the all-hang-togetherness of things in the mind of man.

To me at times much revolving this matter, it becomes something quite appalling to consider what and how much may be involved in the utterance of a single word. It matters little what one. Take any one at hazard out of the dictionary, from Abaca to Zythum-if you can tell what these words mean, most courteous reader, without looking them out in the dictionary, you can tell more than I could two minutes ago-take any word out of Webster's Dictionary-and it is said there are

some fourscore thousand of them; or any one out of the biographical, geographical, statistical, economical, or scientific dictionaries-amounting, for aught I know, to as many thousands, or more than as many thousands more-each of which words will stand connected, according to your knowledge, with all other words of all the other tongues you knowtake any word, I say, and who can tell what a length of travel it may entail. It is frightful to consider how far from country, home, and friends, the man that utters it or hears it may be compelled to go. And so absolutely numberless are the roads that start from that single word-straight, crooked, circling, zig-zag-with myriads of crossings and recrossings, turnings and returnings, junctions and partings, confluences and divergences-as you conceive, by considering the diagram.

pass.

Your course may take any direction of the com

It may take any line of progress.

I would illustrate the subject by a special diagram or two, but I should instantly remind such a reader as I take you to be, of Tristram Shandy's figure of the progress of his story, and the suggestion of that is enough for you; as for those that have not seen it, let them look and see.