Eternity! The word falls upon the ear like the booming of the ocean on the crags along the coast. It rings and echoes and reverberates and resounds through all the intricate avenues and tortuous corridors of the soul. The whole being trembles at its utterance as the abbey shudders to the organ’s diapason. Every faculty is awed into stillness; the soul is hushed into worship. The word has all the music of the spheres within it; and , if it does not hurry us, as it hurried Stephen Grellet, to the Cross, nothing will.