OLD people must have many reflections in common. Doubtless one which I have now in mind is very familiar. For years past, when watching the unfolding buds in the Spring there has arisen the thought-- Shall I ever again see the buds unfold? Shall I ever again be awakened at dawn by the song of the thrush? Now that the end is not likely to be long postponed, there results an increasing tendency to meditate upon ultimate questions.
It is commonly supposed that those who have relinquished the creed of Christendom occupy themselves exclusively with material interests and material activities--thinking nothing of the How and the Why, of the Whence and the Whither. It may be so with some of the uncultured, but it is certainly not so with many of the cultured. In the minds of those intimately known to me, the "riddle of existence" fills spaces far larger than the current conception fills in the minds of men in general.
After studying primitive beliefs, and finding that there is no origin for the idea of an after-life save