Them days were good days, though there was showers between the sunshine, but of what came after, others better fitted may better tell, and so with ever love to both my dears, always boy and girl to me!—
Mary Cheevers.
EVE THE SECOND.
THE OPINION OF DAVID DIX, NIGHT WATCHMAN, ABOUT THAT BOY AND THAT GIRL.
By B. L. FARJEON.
It is many years ago, since I used to walk my beat of a night in the East-end of London, where I was born and worked my way steadily up the ladder of life, which, if you please, is no ladder at all, strictly speaking, but a double flight of steps. When you get to the top of one side of this flight, you begin to go down on the other side, till you reach the bottom, where a bed is made for you, and your life’s toils and struggles are over.
I am supposing that you reach man’s allotted span, and are not called upon to say farewell to the world, till your hair is white and all your vital forces spent.
This good fortune is mine, and I am waiting for the summons, with a firm belief in the Divine message of a better world beyond.