The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1899-04-22

pIcSutnc W say IndI WHAT we 40 not
know to exist or cannot conceive to
exist has therefore no existencei
So in the present case, il testimony
were accessible its absence would
invalidate our hypothesis; but it is
inaccessible. Did it abound it were
inaccessible. We're there II million
souls about us We could not know it,
for we have no rudment of an organ
whcrewith TO perceive soul apart
from the human body. The gulf
between soul unconditional by
matter and soul thus conditioned is
absolutely impossible, and the rea-
son for this must appear on a mo-
mcnt reflection.
Now, whore testimony in support
of a hypothesis is not in the very
nature OF the case to be bad its
obsence signifies nothing. 1t can
not raise even the slightest pre-
sumption against the validity of the
hypothesis. And if the hypothesis
of Il spiritual world is beyond the
possibility of scientific support, so
is it beyond the range OF scientific
criticism.
So may the philosopher say to the
materialst; Such belief is not
unphllosophical, for it in no way
conflicts with what our study of the
objective world has taught us. On
the other hand, matcrialisln is ut
terly unphilosophical, for it fails to .
recognize tae limits within which (
its conclusions are valid. Tho hy-
pothesis OF a spiritual world is I
wholly removed from the jurisdic
ton of physical inquiry, 1t must
be Judged wholly upon other
grounds. SO that whether the
theories of philosophy or the pos.
siDilitics of physiology assist US or
not in realizing Immortality, there
is deep down in the human heart an
that sheds never fad !
ing lustrc on the hope of eternal
life.
We may believe that the echo i'm
plies true voice. Can we convince
ourselves that all these worlds. tie
theatres of all that is grand and
slcred in spiritual endcayor, are but
II senseless bubble-pay of forces, i
with life, lovG.--and aspirations
brought forth only to be cxtinguish-
ed? There are moments when we
passionatcly feel that this cannot be
all On June morning with sweet
pine orders waited on the breeze
which signs through the branches
and cloud-shadows Hitting over far.
on blue mountains, while little birds
sing their love songs aud golden
haired children weave garlauds OF
wild roses" or, when in the sol
enn twilight we listen to wondrous
harmonies of Beethoven and Chopin
that stir the heart like voices from
an unseen world, it is in these mo- I
ments we feel that earth cannot be
man 5 only abiding place, that it
cannot be that life is mere bubble
east up by the sea Of eternity to
lloat moment on the waves and
sink into nothingncSS If ii be SO
why Is it that the glorious aspira-
tons which leap like angels from
the temple Of our hearts are forever
wandering unsatisfied? Why is it /
that the stars that hold their fcsti-
val around the midnight throne are
set above the grasp of our limited
faculties, forever hooking us with
their unapproachable glory? And
lnaIly, why is il that bright forms
)i human beauty presented to our
view are taken from us, leaving the
thousand streams of our affections
% flow back in Alpine torrents upon
)ur hearts? There is realm where
he rainbow never fades; where the =
'tars will spread out before US like
he islands that slumber in the
,cean, and whore the beautiful be-
ngs which pass before US like shad-
Tvs will stay in our presence for
yer. )