Would we had never come!
SPIRIT OF THE YEARS.
Brother, 'tis well
To have faced a truth however hideous,
However humbling. Gladly I discipline
My pride by taking back those pettish doubts
Cast on the soundness of the central thought
In Mr. Hardy's drama. He was right.
Automata these animalculae
Are—puppets, pitiable jackaclocks.