“If we were told of a man, who, placed on a wild rock among the clouds, yet, even on this height, surrounded by a loftier amphitheatre of spire-like mountains hanging over a valley of eternal ice and snow, where the roar of mighty waterfalls was at times unheeded from the hollow and more appaling thunder of the deep and unseen AVALANCHE; if we were told of a man, who thus witnessing the sublimest assemblage of natural objects, should retire to the cabin near, and write “Atheist,” after his name, we hope our feelings would be pity rather than disgust, but we should think it imbecility indeed, to court that man’s friendship, or to celebrate his intellect or his heart, as the wisest, or warmest of the age.”