But there is the Undying one.
When man was formed, the voice of the ocean was heard, as it now is, speaking of its mysteries, and proclaiming His glory, who alone lifteth its waves or stilleth the rage thereof.
"And yet, my dear friend, for so you must allow me to call you, awful as these considerations are, which it suggests, who are they that go down to the sea in ships and occupy their business in great waters?
The sordid trader, and the armed and mercenary sailor: gold or blood is their object, and the fear of God is not always in them.

Yet the sea shall give up its dead, as well as the grave; and all shall-- "But it is not my intention to preach to you.

To intrude serious topics upon our friends at all times, has a tendency to make both ourselves and our topics distasteful.

I mention these things to you, not that they are not obvious to you and every other right-minded man, or that I think I can clothe them in more attractive language, or utter them with more effect than others; but merely to account for my absence of mind and evident air of abstraction.

I know my days are numbered, and in the nature of things, that those that are left, cannot be many.
"Pardon me, therefore, I pray you, my friend; make allowances for an old man, unaccustomed to leave home, and uncertain whether he shall ever be permitted to return to it.