under a glass cover, a good enough habitation for pigmies and insects; but if thou wouldst remain a world, fit to be lived on by man, thou must be what thou art. Thou mayest appear at times, to thyself, only a chaos of confused and convulsed matter; but go on moving in thy orbit, and the dwellers on another sphere will at least behold thee, a pure white star, glittering in their firmament of blue." So do we, in our weakness, shrink from our destiny, and beg to receive that treatment, which would be fit only for an inferior order of creatures, forgetting that to be a man is not only to enjoy and suffer, but to be capable of that nobility which grows alike by joy and sorrow, that glories in every new experience whereby it can apprehend God most clearly, and live a diviner life.