. Programme. eam! A radiant being, promising happiness, floats before meand beckons me. The importunate first theme of the allegro is nowheard afar off, and now the soul is wholly enwrapped with is no thought of gloom and cheerlessness. Happiness! Happi-ness! Happiness! No, they are only dreams, and Fate dispels whole of life is only a constant alternation between dismal realityand flattering dreams of happiness. There is no port: you will be 3ye^^ ANNOUNCEARRIVAL OF NEW IMPORTATIONS representing the last word in exclusive Paris Modes GOWNS WRAPS MILLINERY Youthfulness, w
. Programme. eam! A radiant being, promising happiness, floats before meand beckons me. The importunate first theme of the allegro is nowheard afar off, and now the soul is wholly enwrapped with is no thought of gloom and cheerlessness. Happiness! Happi-ness! Happiness! No, they are only dreams, and Fate dispels whole of life is only a constant alternation between dismal realityand flattering dreams of happiness. There is no port: you will be 3ye^^ ANNOUNCEARRIVAL OF NEW IMPORTATIONS representing the last word in exclusive Paris Modes GOWNS WRAPS MILLINERY Youthfulness, which has always been the outstanding feature of our Apparel, ismore than emphasized in this collection Moderate Prices Prevailing Special attention given to the requirements of Debutantes, Brides and Bridesmaids 651-653 BOYLSTON STREET. BOSTON NEW Em lemble of Boston SympfeosTiy Men under the direction. S. SEINIGER (formerly director of Copley Plaza Orchestra) Special Introductory Rate Address % Symphony Hall. tossed hither and thither by the waves, until the sea swallows is the programme, in substance, of the first movement. The second movement shows another phase of sadness. Here isthat melancholy feeling which enwraps one when he sits at night alonein the house, exhausted by work; the book which he had taken to readhas slipped from his hand; a swarm of reminiscences has arisen. Howsad it is that so much has already been and gone! and yet it is a pleasureto think of the early years. One mourns the past and has neither thecourage nor the will to begin a new life. One is rather tired of wishes to recruit his strength and to look back, to revive manythings in the memory. One thinks on the gladsome hours, when theyoung blood boiled and bubbled and there was satisfaction in thinks also on the sad moments, on irrevocable losses. And allthis is now so far away, so far away. And it is all so sad and yet sosweet to muse over the past. There is no determined
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