ABSTRACT
The Archytas ode of Horace represents the end of human glory and learning, depicting it as a corpse on the seashore silently beseeching a passing stranger to cover it with some handfuls of sand. We shall gradually come to look upon death as an adventure, a sort of enterprise, which we can undertake with hope and faith, and with a sort of joy in the prospects of the wider interests upon which we are entering when separated from the matter body. Death will no longer be regarded with gloomy apprehension, and dreaded more and more the nearer we approach it. Nor need loving friends watch by our bedside with anxious despair and dread "the surly sullen bell". Shakespeare likens impending bereavement to the period of autumn. "Death" need not be regarded as a gloomy subject; there is no need for it to be so considered; it is rather like emigration.
