Dare we look back upon the
darkened vista, and, in imagination retrace the path we have trod? With how
many vain hopes is it shaded! with how many good resolutions, never fulfilled,
is it paved! Where are the dreams of ambition in which, twelve years ago, we
indulged? Where are the aspirations that fired us—the passions that consumed us
then? Has our success in life been commensurate with our own desires—with the
anticipations formed of us by others? Or, are we not blighted in heart, as in
ambition? Has not the loved one been estranged by doubt, or snatched from us
by the cold hand of death? Is not the goal, towards which we pressed, further off
than ever—the prospect before us cheerless as the blank behind?—Enough of
this. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing
upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. "I've a good deal to do. His eyes were fixed
upon the tablecloth. My son wanted to marry a
woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. ‘Did I say so? When last heard from
you were claiming some good English name. Be so good as to let me pass,
sir,” she added, looking her obstructor steadily in the face. "You are all right?"—anxiously.
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