想想时间——想想所有的回忆!想想今天，想想未来的岁月!你有没有想过你自己也不会继续了?你害怕这些土甲虫吗?你是否担心未来对你来说无足轻重?今天没什么事吗?无始的过去是虚无吗?如果未来什么都不是，那么他们也肯定什么都不是。想想看，太阳是从东方升起的!男人和女人都是灵活的，真实的，活生生的! that everything was alive! To think that you and I did not see, feel, think, nor bear our part! To think that we are now here, and bear our part! 10 Not a day passes--not a minute or second, without an accouchement! Not a day passes--not a minute or second, without a corpse! The dull nights go over, and the dull days also, The soreness of lying so much in bed goes over, The physician, after long putting off, gives the silent and terrible look for an answer, The children come hurried and weeping, and the brothers and sisters are sent for, Medicines stand unused on the shelf--(the camphor-smell has long pervaded the rooms,) The faithful hand of the living does not desert the hand of the dying, The twitching lips press lightly on the forehead of the dying, The breath ceases, and the pulse of the heart ceases, 20 The corpse stretches on the bed, and the living look upon it, It is palpable as the living are palpable. The living look upon the corpse with their eye-sight, But without eye-sight lingers a different living, and looks curiously on the corpse. To think the thought of Death, merged in the thought of materials! To think that the rivers will flow, and the snow fall, and fruits ripen, and act upon others as upon us now--yet not act upon us! To think of all these wonders of city and country, and others taking great interest in them--and we taking no interest in them! To think how eager we are in building our houses! To think others shall be just as eager, and we quite indifferent! (I see one building the house that serves him a few years, or seventy or eighty years at most, 30 I see one building the house that serves him longer than that.) Slow-moving and black lines creep over the whole earth--they never cease--they are the burial lines, He that was President was buried, and he that is now President shall surely be buried. A reminiscence of the vulgar fate, A frequent sample of the life and death of workmen, Each after his kind: Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf--posh and ice in the river, half-frozen mud in the streets, a gray, discouraged sky overhead, the short, last daylight of Twelfth-month, A hearse and stages--other vehicles give place--the funeral of an old Broadway stage-driver, the cortege mostly drivers. Steady the trot to the cemetery, duly rattles the death-bell, the gate is pass'd, the new-dug grave is halted at, the living alight, the hearse uncloses, The coffin is pass'd out, lower'd and settled, the whip is laid on the coffin, the earth is swiftly shovel'd in, 40 The mound above is flatted with the spades--silence, A minute--no one moves or speaks--it is done, He is decently put away--is there anything more? He was a good fellow, free-mouth'd, quick-temper'd, not bad-looking, able to take his own part, witty, sensitive to a slight, ready with life or death for a friend, fond of women, gambled, ate hearty, drank hearty, had known what it was to be flush, grew low-spirited toward the last, sicken'd, was help'd by a contribution, died, aged forty-one years--and that was his funeral. Thumb extended, finger uplifted, apron, cape, gloves, strap, wet- weather clothes, whip carefully chosen, boss, spotter, starter, hostler, somebody loafing on you, you loafing on somebody, headway, man before and man behind, good day's work, bad day's work, pet stock, mean stock, first out, last out, turning-in at night; To think that these are so much and so nigh to other drivers--and he there takes no interest in them! The markets, the government, the working-man's wages--to think what account they are through our nights and days! To think that other working-men will make just as great account of them--yet we make little or no account! The vulgar and the refined--what you call sin, and what you call goodness--to think how wide a difference! To think the difference will still continue to others, yet we lie beyond the difference. 50 To think how much pleasure there is! Have you pleasure from looking at the sky? have you pleasure from poems? Do you enjoy yourself in the city? or engaged in business? or planning a nomination and election? or with yo