XVI. 



LOW PRICES AND LONG FACES. 



DAYS weeks months how you drift away ! 

 bearing the present time with all its clamorous and 

 busy sounds of life, into that long wake that 

 stretches far farther than the eye can reach 

 behind us! How you float past boiling and tu- 

 multuous art first, as just escaped from the din and 

 turmoil that marks the everlasting conflict of our 

 onward course then gently and deceitfully subsid- 

 ing off with only a rising ripple here and there, that 

 beckons to the eye and tells of something that will 

 be remembered some duty unperformed some 

 happiness perceived too late then, at last, sinking 

 away into the smooth surface that stretches far 

 behind in undistinguishable outline, blending near 

 things and remote into one great PAST, and leav- 

 ing us to wonder at intensities of fear and hope, 

 of vanity and usefulness, of evil and of good, with 

 which each moment as it passed seemed pregnant. 



