•slumbers of the trundle-bed, rich m the 
keen appetite of health, rich in tops and 
balls and marbles and mud pies. Bound¬ 
less wealth that always paid dividends and 
never watered hs stock. All the railroads 
in the worl 1 cannot buy back that wealth, 
all the steamships, all the stocks and bonds 
of Wall Street fall short in valuation of the 
real prosperity represented in the picture 
Worlds and planetary sysleras cannot buy 
the sweet tranquility of childhood s simple 
pleasures. For a few short years they 
come down to ns like the angels that de¬ 
scended on Jacob’s ladder, then the adder 
is drawn up, and no human power or skill 
or labor can ever again in after life bridge 
the immensity of space. 
After a while comes the first adversity, 
perhaps as repres ntc Sin our second pict¬ 
ure where we stand mingling our tearful 
grief over the fragments of the broken 
pitcher: Ah! first sad mi shap of our tend- , 
er years! How like the “coming events” 
you cast vour “shadows before.” Our next 
adversity may have been when little Mary 
Jane moved away to a distant home never 
a^ain to meet in this life; and then per¬ 
haps the “silver chord we* loosened, the 
| nitcher br hen at -.be : ' u .” when death 
spreau 
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