Out Of Chaos God Made

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods.

We Are All Selfish And I No More Trust Myself Than Others With A Good Motive.

I Am Surrounded Here By Parsons And Methodists, But As You Will See, Not Infested With The Mania.

But Mighty Nature Bounds As From Her Birth; The Sun Is In The Heavens, And Life On Earth: Flowers In The Valley, Splendor In The Beam, Health On The Gale, And Freshness In The Stream.

It Has Been Said That The Immortality Of The Soul Is A Grand Peut-tre -but Still It Is A Grand One. Everybody Clings To It -the Stupidest, And Dullest, And Wickedest Of Human Bipeds Is Still Persuaded That He Is Immortal.