The Comfort of Old Clothes. 



HOW far do we think our own thoughts how 

 far repeat to ourselves the thoughts of others, 

 thinking we are dealing with original impres- 

 sions ? Is there anything new under the sun ? 

 It is an open question, but there are some 

 things remaining among us that are old as 

 one's old clothes. For one I am thankful 

 not an ever-present sensation for my share ; 

 but we all have them, inasmuch as not until 

 garments are old do we lay them aside. When 

 they are worn out, in my neighbors' estimation, 

 I begin to love clothes dearly. Not until every 

 trace of newness is gone are they an essential 

 part of me ; in other words, do we become ac- 

 quainted and work in perfect harmony. We 

 are righteously indignant when unreasonably 

 restrained ; patience at such a time being but 

 admission that we are weaklings and require a 

 guardian. I, for one, have no time to spend in 

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