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No young man believes he will ever die. It was a saying of my brothers, and a fine one. There is a feeling of Eternity in youth,which makes us amend for everything. To be young is to be as one of the Immortal Gods. One half of time indeed is flown the other half remains in store for us with all its countless treasures, for there is no line drawn, and we see no limit to our hopes and wishes. We make the coming age our own The vast, the unbounded prospect lies before us. Death, old age, are words without a meaning that pass by us like the idea air which we regard not. Others may have undergone,or may still be liable to themwebear a charmed life, which laughs to scorn all such sickly fancies. As in setting out on delightful journey,we strain our eager gaze forward Bidding the lovely scenes at distance hail! And see no end to the landscape, new objects presenting themselves as we advance. So, in the commencement of life, we set no bounds to our inclinations, nor to the unrestricted opportunities of gratifying them. We have as yet found no obstacle,no disposition to flag; and it seems that we can go on so forever. | 
