V REMORSE

VI TRAVEL




PAINTED WINDOWS

I

NIGHT

YOUNG people believe very little
that they hear about the compen-
sations of growing old, and of living
over again in memory the events of the
past. Yet there really are these com-
pensations and pleasures, and although
they are not so vivid and breathless as
the pleasures of youth, they have some-
thing delicate and fine about them that
must be experienced to be appreciated.

Few of us would exchange our mem-
ories for those of others. They have
become a part of our personality, and
we could not part with them without
losing something of ourselves. Neither