. The Argosy. small, quaint and primitive, and very uncom-fortable—most uncomfortable; but the preacher was earnest and hissermon was good, and he took for his text: Lo, I see four menloose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; andthe form of the fourth is like the Son of Man. If everyone took itto heart that day, everyone must have been the better for it. Not by In the New Forest. 133 eloquence is the heart of man reached, but by the power of earnest-ness. The service over, there was a walk back to go through. But nottwice in one day do we cull the same freshness of feelin
. The Argosy. small, quaint and primitive, and very uncom-fortable—most uncomfortable; but the preacher was earnest and hissermon was good, and he took for his text: Lo, I see four menloose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; andthe form of the fourth is like the Son of Man. If everyone took itto heart that day, everyone must have been the better for it. Not by In the New Forest. 133 eloquence is the heart of man reached, but by the power of earnest-ness. The service over, there was a walk back to go through. But nottwice in one day do we cull the same freshness of feeling from oneand the same cause. If nothing else is different, the sky will be lessbright, clouds will have gathered. And in many things we neveragain renew our first glowing impressions. The first press of thegrape is the sweetest, the first draught of nectar the most the glow of early youth bears a charm and a romance no afterhappiness in life—not the full fruition of all our hopes and aspira-. A Forest Glade. tions: they indeed, like the ashes of the Dead Sea fruit, too oftenturn to bitterness in the mouth—can ever possess. The romantic stage survives but a short season, and then departsfor ever. Let those who have it make the most of it; let them taketheir fill and dream their dreams. It can never return again, anymore than we can live our life a second time. Happy those who havegone through the period with some satisfaction to themselves ; how-ever bitter the awakening, the after-life will ever be somewhat thebrighter for it, for, no matter how distant the time, there will still bethat halo of the past to cast over it a rose-coloured glamour; andthere will be a self-administered reward in the ability to say: I havehad my day. The most crabbed and disappointed old age is frequently that which 134 ?n ^lc New Forest, has had least pleasure and happiness in life : as if, seeing existenceslipping away and drawing to a close, its victims resented the with-holdin
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