letterpress as a place of "Rest and Peace," but inasmuch as the town
was represented in the illustration as surrounded by a perfect mob of
angels, each one blowing a trumpet twice his own size, and obviously
blowing it for all he was worth, a certain confusion of ideas would
seem to have crept into the allegory.

The other path--the "broad way"--which ended in what at first glance
appeared to be a highly successful display of fireworks, started from
the door of a tavern, and led past a Music Hall, on the steps of
which stood a gentleman smoking a cigar. All the wicked people in
this book smoked cigars--all except one young man who had killed his
mother and died raving mad. He had gone astray on short pipes.

This made it uncomfortably clear to me which direction I had chosen,
and I was greatly alarmed, until, on examining the picture more
closely, I noticed, with much satisfaction, that about midway the two
paths were connected by a handy little bridge, by the use of which it
seemed feasible, starting on the one path and ending up on the other,
to combine the practical advantages of both roads. From subsequent
observation I have come to the conclusion that a good many people
have made a note of that little bridge.

My own belief in the possibility of such convenient compromise must,
I fear, have led to an ethical relapse, for there recurs to my mind a
somewhat painful scene of a few months' later date, in which I am
seeking to convince a singularly unresponsive landed proprietor that
my presence in his orchard is solely and entirely due to my having
unfortunately lost my way.

It was not until I was nearly seventeen that the idea occurred to me