No young man believes he will ever die, and a fine one.
There is a feeling of eternity in youth, which makes us amend for everything. To be young is to be as one of the Immortal Gods. One half of time indeed is flown—the other half remains in store for us with all its countries treasures， for there is no line drawn，and we see no limit to our hopes and wishes . we make the coming age our own.
Death ,old age, are words without a meaning that pass by us like the idea air which we regard not. Others may have undergone ,or may still be liable to them —— we “bear a charmed life”, which laughs to scorn all such sickly fancies. As in setting out on delightful journey ,we strain our eager gaze forward—The vast ,and the unbounded prospect lies before us.
It is the simplicity, and as it were abstractedness of our feelings in youth, that(so to speak) identifies us with nature, and(our experience being slight and our passions strong) deludes us into a belief of being immortal like it.
