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LETTERS. 195
will, is gone. An impenetrable veil hides the truths of the
gospel from most people’s eyes. Philosophy in our days
has partially removed this veil. But this philosophy is any
thing but popular. My sincerest wish, my earnest labor
shall be to make it popular. This labor shall be my last
will and testament. What philosophy has taught me, I
shall teach others, in simple language, which the learned do
not like, perchance cannot employ. It is mainly this: phil-
osophy has taught me to understand the connection between
the kingdoms “6 life; has taught me to conceive how the
same mighty power is working throughout the universe,
although in different degrees. oo all, the philosophy of
history has taught me to comprehend that the voice which
pervades all mankind, — this: “See! I tell you a secret,”
— which in all religions has preached to man of a higher
Being, of a life after this, of punishments and rewards, has
spoken purest and clearest through Christ; that Christian-
ity is the only pure ore of all religions; and that Brahma,
Buddha, Odin, and others, in their. best doctrines have said,
only imperfectly and partially, what has been so beautifully
revealed in Christianity. And this revelation, contem-
plated in connection with other religious doctrines, and
with reference to man’s nature, I intend to unfold, such as
I have comprehended it. But this would require a whole
book ; for a letter it is too much. May I one day be able
fully and clearly to explain all this! Then I shall die
happy.
5th April, 1837.
Only a moment ago all was as gloomy, as silent, as if no
spring, no song existed in the world; but, on a sudden,
came a little wind, which soon dispersed the clouds, and a
lark rose singing toward heaven. I listened to her song,
and I thought of you, dearest Frances, and saw in the lark
an image of your buoyant soul, which for a moment can be
appa by a gloomy day, hut soon again soars on high
full of life and joys of spring. And the breath, the light
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