New Walks in Old Ways 



nally hitched. But how sadly have I 

 failed to keep it taut! 



I spoke in the beginning of our hav- 

 ing been late this year in our annual 

 migration to the country; and the 

 times in general are so out of joint, 

 everything in the business and financial 

 world so "topsy-turvy," that we are 

 compelled to go back to "the mill" 

 earlier than usual, so it has been a 

 comparatively short respite this time 

 from the accustomed grind. The stellar 

 clock that measures the length of our 

 summer joys tells me it is time to go. 

 How short has been the day! Let 

 Robert Burns express it: 



"Our pleasures are as poppies spread, 

 You seize the flower, its bloom is shed, 

 Or, like a snowflake on the river, 

 A moment white, then gone forever." 



We all know that money has wings. 

 That eagle on the minted gold is the 

 right bird in the right place. Reputa- 

 tions, too, are but bubbles that burst 

 sometimes when you least expect. 

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