obtained when it appeared in the magazine, what force and condensation
of matter is required in writing for periodicals.
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
I am grave to-day; it is the birth-day of one of my children--a day so
joyful in youth, in more advanced life so teeming with thought and
serious reflections. How happy the child is--and it is its happiness
which has made me grave.
How changed are our feelings as we advance in life!--Our responsibility
is increased with each fleeting year. In youth we live but for
ourselves--self predominates in every thing. In mature age, if we have
fulfilled the conditions of our tenure, we feel that we must live for
our children. Fortunately, increase of years weans us from those
selfish and frivolous expenses which youth requires, and we feel it
little or no sacrifice to devote to our children the means which,
before, we considered so important to the gratification of our pride and
our ambition. Not that we have lost either our pride or our ambition,
but they have become centred in other objects dearer to us than
ourselves--in the race springing up--to whom we shall leave our names
and worldly possessions when our own career is closed.
Worn out with the pursuit of vanity, we pause at a certain age, and come
to the conclusion that in this life we require but little else than to
eat, drink, prepare for a future existence, and to die.
What a miserable being must an old bachelor be!--he vegetates, but he
cannot be said to exist--he passes his life in one long career of
selfishness, and dies. Strange, that children, and the responsibility
attached to their welfare, should do more to bring a man into the right
path than any denunciations from holy writ or holy men! How many who
might have been lost, have been, it is to be hoped, saved, from the
feeling that they must leave their children a good name, and must
provide for their support and advancement in life! Yes, and how many
women, after a life so frivolous as to amount to wickedness, have, from
their attachment to their offspring, settled down into the redeeming
position of careful, anxious, and serious-minded mothers!
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