Death 359 whole fabric of morality would collapse, as indeed we have it on record that it is apt to do among classes that from one cause or another have come to live in disregard and expectation of death. However much we may abuse death for robbing us of our friends—and there is no one who is not sooner or later hit hard in this respect—yet time heals these wounds sooner than we like to own ; if the heyday of grief does not shortly kill outright, it passes ; and I doubt whether most men, if they were to search their hearts, would not find that, could they command death for some single occasion, they would be more likely to bid him take than restore. Moreover, death does not blight love as the accidents of time and life do. Even the fondest grow apart if parted; they cannot come together again, not in any closeness or for any long time. Can death do worse than this ? The memory of a love that has been cut short by death remains still fragrant though enfeebled, but no recollection of its past can keep sweet a ^ove that has dried up and withered through accidents of time and life.