Those of us who are getting up in years know that in the natural order of events we cannot have a much longer tenure of life but, on the other hand, that great leveller Death, is so apparently capricious in his movements, that not even the youngest of us can tell but that the year on which we have entered may be our last. But so far as the un certainties of this life are concerned, young and old stand pretty much in the same posi tion. The days of our years, we are told, are three score years and ten, and if by reason of strength they be four score years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow and to this stage it is they who, still spared, wit nessed the incoming of this nineteenth cen tury, have attained. so much slower.Īnd now that we eater-on its ninth, decade, we are reminded that the century itself is becoming old, the number of tliose who wit nessed its birth becoming gradually smaller and smaller. compared with coaching in the earlier- stages-mile stone succeeding mile-stone- in such rapid order as hardly to seeni to allow of any interval, though, the interval between, them comprises just as much, space as in the case of the pace becomes seemingly so accelerated, that the latter portion of life's journey appears to be performed by express- train, as. To the young Time seems ratlier a laggard, and his progress, provokingly slow, but as years creep on. We-have spoken of the rapid flight of time. Nor do the middle aged and old regret that the chariot wheels of time have performed another revolution, thus bringing them nearer the happy time when the weary and toil worn shall rest from their labours. Childhood and youth con gratulate themselves on this rapid flight of time, as it brings them one year nearer to the youth or maturity which to them appears the most desirable period in human life.
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