0 My&lJL^ iSAm.JR.lXi-lN^r-0

"See further wherein this strong Trshna centres ! This
foul frame of flesh and blood and bone that is so dear to us I
Its very being- is pretence and falsehood ! Unknowing- in its
nature, yet it knows ; composed of many, yet appearing one ;

foul everywhere and yet seeming- so fair ; it is not dead, nor
is it yet alive. I have no love for this old house of mine, an
open thoroughfare for ceaseless winds, overspread with
cobwebs feig-ning" shape of nerves, running' with filthy drains
in all its parts, painted with blood, plastered with things
impure, raftered with bones belonging to the burning place
by right and only borrowed thence for a brief while, and
undermined withal and shaken by the leg-ion vermin of disease.
0 Muni!, I would leave it and go forth before it falls about
me of itself. I do not understand why men should love
this false and faithless friend that follows 'not one step to
help the soul when it sets forth on its last long-/-lonely^ and
lightless way, though this same soul did nurse and nourish
it so lovingly, so carefully, day after day, even from infancy
unto old age. False friend !, it is our friend only so long-
as we provide it with good meats and drinks ! I will have
naught to do with it, or wealth or kingship or desires. But
a few days and Time shall sweep them all away.

"When I go over silently in mind the various stages in
the life of this unstable frame of ours, my love for it is lost
without return. Think of the helplessness, the ailments and
the thirst, the dumbness, non-intelligence, greed, restlessness,
and piteousness of infancy, its fits of crying, cruelty, and rage.
It seems to me that not in ^ter life, in youth or manhood or
old age, are our sensations and our cares so keen as during
child-hood. A life of ceaseless terror is the child's, and of
restraint from parents, teachers, and from elder children, and
ever are its wishes thwarted everywhere. They are not wise
that say childhood is happy