” He said. She twanged the
catgut under her fingers. Did you see Lord Delafield and Miss Anderson? They packed me
in with Colonel Anson and Mrs. I see them hanging out
in the halls together all the time. Father-worshipping sons are abnormal—
and they’re no good. Lucy stood in front of the piano. She resolved
not to allow him or her hunger detract from the
performance at hand, as it would be a special one, an
evening to be remembered in the gray days to follow like
a precious jewel. 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. E.
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