until
at
last
it
falls
into
the
depths
of
the
sea,
where,
losing
all
form,
it
is
lost
to
be
found
no
more,
having
become
one
with
the
sea
itsel£
The
soul,
ailer
many
deaths,
expires
at
last
in
the
arms
of
Love
;
but
it
does
not
even
perceive
those
arms.
It
has
no
sooner
expired,
than
it
loses
all
vital
action,
all
desire,
inclination,
tendency,
choice,
repugnance,
and
aversion.
As
it
draws
near
to
death,
it
grows
weaker;
but
its
life,
though
languishing
and
agonis-ing,
is
still
life,
and
"while
there
is
life
there
is
hope,"
even
though
death
be
inevitable.
The
tor-rent
must
be
buried
out
of
sight
O
God
!
what
is
this
?
What
were
only
preci-pices
become
abysses.
The
soul
falls
into
a
depth
of
misery
from
which
there
is
no
escape.
At
first
this
abyss
is
small,
but
the
further
the
soul
advances,
the
stronger
does
it
appear,
so
that
it
goes
from
bad
to
worse;
for
it
is
to
be
remarked,
that
when
we
first
enter
a
degree,
there
clings
to
us
much
that
we
have
brought
in
with
us,
and
at
the
end
we
already
begin
to
feel
symptoms
of
that
which
is
to
come.
It
is
also
noticeable
that
each
degree
contains
within
it
an
infinitude
of
others.
