I threw myself on the floor and moaned. "This is too hard, too hard for
human heart to bear. Life has no charm to a man who is thrust from all
he holds most dear, home, friends, family."
"The men who relinquish such pleasures and such comforts are those who
do the greatest good to humanity," said the youth. "The multitude exist
to propagate the race, as animal progenitors of the multitudes that are
to follow, and the exceptional philanthropist is he who denies himself
material bliss, and punishes himself in order to work out a problem such
as it has been ordained that you are to solve. Do not argue further--the
line is marked, and you must walk direct."
Into the blaze of the old fireplace of that log house, for, although it
was autumn, the night was chilly, he then cast his black robe and false
face, and, as they turned to ashes, the last evidences of the vivid acts
through which I had passed, were destroyed. As I lay moaning in my utter
misery, I tried to reason with myself that what I experienced was all a
hallucination. I dozed, and awoke startled, half conscious only, as one
in a nightmare; I said to myself, "A dream! a dream!" and slept again.
CHAPTER VIII.
A LESSON IN MIND STUDY.
The door of the cabin was open when I awoke, the sun shone brightly, and
my friend, apparently happy and unconcerned, said: "Father, we must soon
start on our journey; I have taken advantage of your refreshing sleep,
and have engaged breakfast at yonder farm-house; our meal awaits us."
I arose, washed my wrinkled face, combed my white hair, and shuddered as
I saw in a pocket mirror the reflection of my figure, an aged,
apparently decrepit man.
"Do not be disturbed at your feeble condition," said my companion; "your
infirmities are not real. Few men have ever been permitted to drink of
the richness of the revelations that await you; and in view of these
expectations the fact that you are prematurely aged in appearance should
not unnerve you. Be of good heart, and when you say the word, we will
start on our journey, which will begin as soon as you have said farewell
to former friends and acquaintances."
I made no reply, but silently accompanied him, for my thoughts were in
the past, and my reflections were far from pleasant.
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