The remarkable paragraph by Charles Dickens which I enclose occurs in "Nicholas Nickleby," forty-ninth chapter, third paragraph. It seems to be noteworthy, not only on account of the beautiful use of language, but also as a description which leaves little doubt as to the nature of the disease."There is a dread disease which so prepares its victim, as it were, for death; which so refines it of its grosser aspect, and throws around familiar looks unearthly indications of the coming change—a dread disease, in which the struggle between soul and body is so gradual, quiet, and solemn, and the result so sure, that day by day, and grain by grain, the mortal part wastes and withers away, so that the spirit grows light and sanguine with its lightening load, and, feeling immortality at hand, deems it but a new term.