"Commodis omnium læteris, movearis incommodis."
"Good man!" I cried; "that's just me!"
Then came dear, gentle St. Paul, with the look on his face as when he pleaded for the slave:—
"Rejoice with them that rejoice, and weep with them that weep!"
Lastly, came my own Kempensis, who shook his head gravely at me, and said:—
"A merry evening makes a sad morning!"
I like À Kempis; but indeed, and indeed, and indeed again, Thomas, you are sometimes a little too personal in your remarks.
FOOTNOTES:
[9] A half-idiot.