...and feelings blot Our passions from our brain ; But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-choked souls to fill, And we forget because we must And not because we will.1 But we can will not to forget ; ' we can set a watch on our constancy,' as I have already quoted...

...and feelings blot Our passions from our brain ; But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-choked souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will." Matthew Arnold. THE next evening, as I sat by the lamp in the little parlor, I heard the latch of the...

...conscious, too, that the excitement of her own life must soon drive him from her thoughts. VOL. III. P ' Each day brings its petty dust, Our soon choked souls...we forget because we must, And not because we will. ' The wedding day dawned ; as calm and quiet a day as if nothing had been going to happen. There was...

...sorrow, as lightly loses them; and the solemnest experiences become too common in the busy world where ' Each day brings its petty dust, Our soon choked souls...forget because we must, And not because we will." New scenes, new interests, new friends soon dulled the memories of my school-time. Near a quarter of...

...whom young people grew up, is suddenly taken away, a few tears are shed ; * " But each day brings us petty dust Our soon choked souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will." A master-mind amongst poets laments that to him one of the saddest features in the human character,...

...walking away without looking behind. CHAPTER IX. "Each clay bringrs its petty dust Our soon-choked souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will." MATTHEW ARNOLD. A PORTION of East Eighth Street is better known as St. Mark's Place. By some oversight...

...thoughts and feelings blot Our passions from our brain; But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-choked souls to fill; And we forget because we must, And not because we will. ALL. yesterday afternoon those lines haunted me, and I kept on repeating them to myself with an inward...

...and feelings blot Our passions from our brain ; But each day brings its petty dust Our soon-choked souls to fill, And we forget because we must And not because we will. I struggle towards the light ; and ye, Once-long'd-for storms of love ! If with the light ye cannot...

...to them by the very law of one's nature. .}" But each day brings its petty dust *. Our soon-choked souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will." But while this is true of our waking moments, it is not so, we discover, of our mysterious sleeping...

...Thirsk, or wi' his way o' managing her." II. " Each day brings its petty dust Our soon-choked soul to fill ; And we forget because we must, And not because we will." I CONFESS to an admiration for the reticence which distinguishes the Anglo-Saxon concerning the woman...