But that which
is subject to no change, nor disintegration, nor reconstruction, is the
immortal truth, to attain to a knowledge and understanding of which is to
be saved from the endless shifting of the material and illusory universe.
John Harrington lay in his chair alone in his rooms, while the snow
whirled against the windows outside and made little drifts on the sills.
The fire had gone out and the bitter storm beat against the casements and
howled in the chimney, and the dusk of the night began to mingle with the
thick white flakes, and brought upon the solitary man a great gloom and
horror of loneliness. It seemed to him that his life was done, and his
strength gone from him. He had labored in vain for years, for this end,
and he had failed to attain it. It were better to have died than to suffer
the ignominy of this defeat. It were better never to have lived at all
than to have lived so utterly in vain. One by one the struggles of the
past came up to him; each had seemed a triumph when he was in the glory of
strength and hope.
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