What fairy tales! And yet we don’t “know.” Nature tells some strange stories. Yes, and so do people. There is something amusing or interesting in the notes of every day, but let the week slide, for we want to hear the report—we want to hear what Amoora Oseba thinks of the people of the “upper crust.”
“Oh! wad some power the giftie gie us,
To see oursels as ithers see us,
It wad frae monie a blunder free us.”
Possibly.
Here we come to that great meeting. Let’s get down to date again, and Leo Bergin’s notes.
He says:—
“Eurania, Cavitorus,
“October 5th.
“‘To-morrow,’ yes.
“‘To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.”
“To-morrow! the great event opens. How like a dream it all seems. But,
“Dreams in their development have breath,
And tears and tortures, and the touch of joy.
They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts,
They take a weight from off our waking toils.
... They speak,
Like symbols of the future.’