noon
Observe his poor garments ; his emaciated figure . What joys of life does he possess ? He has given up everything to help you . Into your darkest alleys -- into your underground dens -- where pestilence and starvation contend for their victims , he goes at high noon and in the depth of the blackest night , and he brings to the parting soul consolation and hope . And why not ? Who can doubt that there is another life ? Who that knows the immortality of matter , its absolute indestructibility , can believe that mind , intelligence , soul , -- which must be , at the lowest estimate -- if they are not something higher -- a form of matter , -- are to perish into nothingness ?