FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF THE COLONY, 63 
he grows up, tarnishes and dims all that he formerly ad- 
mired. Poets are men who have kept the eyes of their 
childhood.” We cannot remain children, and few of us 
are poets, Gradually we lose the rose coloured spec- 
tacles, through which our first impressions come, and 
smoked glasses seem better adapted to our sight. 
