NOWADAYS but few can awake in the morning 

 and feel that the day is their own to do what they 

 like with, to live through while accomplishing all 

 they would wish to achieve, A considerable degree of 

 restfulness has vanished from life with the advent of 

 frequent posts, telegrams, telephones, and motors. If 

 quiet is sought by certain individuals, they have to retreat 

 behind fortified walls to preserve it, and not even the 

 reaction caused by a cessation of hostilities and the con- 

 sequent calmer tone of our newspapers can restore the 

 easy life of past generations. 



One great art, that of leisure, has been lost with this 

 bustle and rush. The days have gone by when country 

 gentlemen spent most of their time in one place, moving 

 the whole establishment once a year to a large house in 

 the neighbouring town, where their daughters danced at 

 the Assembly Room balls and found this sufficient 

 amusement to last them a twelvemonth. With those 

 times has vanished, too, much of the old craftsman's 

 detailed, thorough work. There is no special call for it, 

 and where there is no demand the supply is not forth- 



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