It is then that "somebody's darling" has reached the full tide of his glory as a fool.
THE PARADISE OF HOME.
How rich would be the feast of happiness in this beautiful world of ours, could folly end with youth. But youth is only the first act in the "Comedy of Errors." It is the pearly gate that opens to the real paradise of fools.
"It's pleasures are like poppies spread—
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed,
Or like the snowfall on the river—
A moment white then melts forever."
Whether it be the child at its mother's knee or the man of mature years, whether it be the banker or the beggar, the prince in his palace or the peasant in his hut, there is in every heart the dream of a happier lot in life.