ABSTRACT
I give fair warning that this is likely to be a ‘sentimental’ chapter. Those who object to the same, and complain that these ‘Thoughts’ are ‘not practical,’ had better pass it over at once; since it treats of things essentially unpractical, impossible to be weighed and measured, handled and analysed, yet as real in themselves as the air we breathe and the sunshine we delight in – things wholly intangible, yet the very essence and necessity of our lives.
