the procession of life- 第4部分

hoary　Grandsire；　who　has　run　life's　circle　and　come　back　to

childhood；　the　ruddy　School…boy　with　his　golden　curls；　frisking

along　the　march；　the　Artisan's　stuff　jacket；　the　Noble's

star…decorated　coat；the　whole　presenting　a　motley　spectacle；

yet　with　a　dusky　grandeur　brooding　over　it。　Onward；　onward；　into

that　dimness　where　the　lights　of　Time　which　have　blazed　along　the

procession；　are　flickering　in　their　sockets！　And　whither！　We　know

not；　and　Death；　hitherto　our　leader；　deserts　us　by　the　wayside；

as　the　tramp　of　our　innumerable　footsteps　echoes　beyond　his

sphere。　He　knows　not；　more　than　we；　our　destined　goal。　But　God；

who　made　us；　knows；　and　will　not　leave　us　on　our　toilsome　and

doubtful　march；　either　to　wander　in　infinite　uncertainty；　or

perish　by　the　way！