I couldn't expect a man to live four or five hundred years jest to please me, and gratify Jonesville.
No, Columbus wuzn't there.

He wuz off somewhere a-discoverin' new continents, or planets, mebby.
For I don't believe he crumpled right down, and sot down forever on them golden streets.
No; I believe the eager, active mind would be a-reachin' out, a-findin' out new truths, new discoveries, so great that it would probable make us shet our eyes before the blindin' glory of 'em, if we could only git a glimpse of 'em.
But there, in that New World that lays beyend the sunset, he is happy at last--blest in the companionship of other true prophetic ones, whose deepest strivin's wuz, like his, to make the world better and wiser--them who longed for deeper, fuller understandin', and who walked the narrer streets of earth, like him, in chains and soul-hunger.
I love to think that now, onhampered by mutinous foes, or mortal weakness, they are a-sailin' out on that broad sea of full knowledge, and comprehension, and divine sympathy.

Lit by the sunshine of infinite love, they sail on, and on, and on.
THE END.
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