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stockbroker's office； mine hums very slowly； as though it savoured the minutes no less than I do； and when it strikes； the little voice is silver…sweet； telling me without sadness that another hour of life is reckoned； another of the priceless hours …
〃Quae nobis pereunt et imputantur。〃
After extinguishing the lamp； and when I have reached the door； I always turn to look back； my room is so cosily alluring in the light of the last gleeds； that I do not easily move away。 The warm glow is reflected on shining wood； on my chair； my writing…table； on the bookcases； and from the gilt title of some stately volume； it illumes this picture； it half disperses the gloom on that。 I could imagine that； as in a fairy tale； the books do but await my departure to begin talking among themselves。 A little tongue of flame shoots up from a dying ember； shadows shift upon the ceiling and the walls。 With a sigh of utter contentment； I go forth； and shut the door softly。
II
I came home this afternoon just at twilight； and； feeling tired after my walk； a little cold too； I first crouched before the fire； then let myself drop lazily upon the hearthrug。 I had a book in my hand； and began to read it by the firelight。 Rising in a few minutes； I found the open page still legible by the pale glimmer of day。 This sudden change of illumination had an odd effect upon me； it was so unexpected； for I had forgotten that dark had not yet fallen。 And I saw in the queer little experience an intellectual symbol。 The book was verse。 Might not the warm rays from the fire exhibit the page as it appears to an imaginative and kindred mind； whilst that cold； dull light from the window showed it as it is beheld by eyes to which poetry has but a poor； literal meaning； or none at all？
III
It is a pleasant thing enough to be able to spend a little money without fear when the desire for some indulgence is strong upon one； but how much pleasanter the ability to give money away！ Greatly as I relish the forts of my wonderful new life； no joy it has brought me equals that of ing in aid to another's necessity。 The man for ever pinched in circumstances can live only for himself。 It is all very well to talk about doing moral good； in practice； there is little scope or hope for anything of that kind in a state of material hardship。 To…day I have sent S… a cheque for fifty pounds； it will e as a very boon of heaven； and assuredly blesseth him that gives as much as him that takes。 A poor fifty pounds； which the wealthy fool throws away upon some idle or base fantasy； and never thinks of it； yet to S… it will mean life and light。 And I； to whom this power of benefaction is such a nebling； so glad and proud I am。 In the days gone by； I have sometimes given money； but with trembling of another kind； it was as likely as not that I myself； some black foggy morning； might have to go begging for my own dire needs。 That is one of the bitter curses of poverty； it leaves no right to be generous。 Of my abundance……abundance to me； though starveling pittance in the view of everyday prosperity……I can give with happiest freedom； I feel myself a man； and no crouching slave with his back ever ready for the lash of circumstance。 There are those； I know； who thank the gods amiss； and most easily does this happen in the matter of wealth。 But oh； how good it is to desire little； and to have a little more than enough！
IV
After two or three days of unseasonable and depressing warmth； with lowering but not rainy sky； I woke this morning to find the land covered with a dense mist。 There was no daybreak； and； till long after the due hour； no light save a pale； sad glimmer at the window； now； at mid…day； I begin dimly to descry gaunt shapes of trees； whilst a haunting drip； drip on the garden soil tells me that the vapour has begun to condense； and will pass in rain。 But for my fire； I should be in indifferent spirits on such a day as this； the flame sings and leaps； and its red beauty is reflected in the window…glass。 I cannot give my thoughts to reading； if I sat unoccupied； they would brood with melancholy fixedness on I know not what。 Better to betake myself to the old mechanic exercise of the pen； which cheats my sense of time wasted。
I think of fogs in London； fogs of murky yellow or of sheer black； such as have often made all work impossible to me； and held me； a sort of dyspeptic owl； in moping and blinking idleness。 On such a day； I remember； I once found myself at an end both of coal and of lamp…oil； with no money to purchase either； all I could do was to go to bed； meaning to lie there till the sky once more became visible。 But a second day found the fog dense as ever。 I rose in darkness； I stood at the window of my garret； and saw that the street was illumined as at night； lamps and shop…fronts perfectly visible； with folk going about their business。 The fog； in fact； had risen； but still hung above the house…tops； impermeable by any heavenly beam。 My solitude being no longer endurable； I went out； and walked the town for hours。 When I returned； it was with a few coins which permitted me to buy warmth and light。 I had sold to a second…hand bookseller a volume which I prized； and was so much the poorer for the money in my pocket。
Years after that； I recall another black morning。 As usual at such times； I was suffering from a bad cold。 After a sleepless night； I fell into a torpor； which held me unconscious for an hour or two。 Hideous cries aroused me； sitting up in the dark； I heard men going along the street； roaring news of a hanging that had just taken place。 〃Execution of Mrs。〃……I forget the name of the murderess。 〃Scene on the scaffold！〃 It was a little after nine o'clock； the enterprising paper had promptly got out its gibbet edition。 A morning of midwinter； roofs and ways covered with soot…grimed snow under the ghastly fog…pall； and； whilst I lay there in my bed； that woman had been led out and hanged……hanged。 I thought with horror of the possibility that I might sicken and die in that wilderness of houses； nothing above me but 〃a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours。〃 Overe with dread； I rose and bestirred myself。 Blinds drawn； lamp lit； and by a blazing fire； I tried to make believe that it was kindly night。
V
Walking along the road after nightfall； I thought all at once of London streets； and； by a freak of mind； wished I were there。 I saw the shining of shop…fronts； the yellow glistening of a wet pavement； the hurrying people； the cabs； the omnibuses……and I wished I were amid it all。
What did it mean； but that I wished I were young again？ Not seldom I have a sudden vision of a London street； perhaps the dreariest and ugliest； which for a moment gives me a feeling of home…sickness。 Often it is the High Street of Islington； which I have not seen for a quarter of a century； at least； no thoroughfare in all London less attractive to the imagination； one would say； but I see myself walking there……walking with the quick； light step of youth； and there； of course； is the charm。 I see myself； after a long day of work and loneliness； setting forth from my lodging。 For the weather I care nothing； rain； wind； fog……what does it matter！ The fresh air fills my lungs； my blood circles rapidly； I feel my muscles； and have a pleasure in the hardness of the stone I tread upon。 Perhaps I have money in my pocket； I am going to the theatre； and； afterwards； I shall treat myself to supper……sausage and mashed potatoes； with a pint of foaming ale。 The gusto with which I look forward to each and every enjoyment！ At the pit…door； I shall roll and hustle amid the throng； and find it amusing。 Nothing tires me。 Late at night； I shall walk all the way back to Islington； most likely singing as I go。 Not because I am happy……nay； I am anything but that； but my age is something and twenty； I am strong and well。
Put me in a London street this chill； damp night； and I should be lost in barren disfort。 But in those old days； if I am not mistaken； I rather preferred the seasons of bad weather； I had； in fact； the true instinct of townsfolk； which finds pleasure in the triumph of artificial circumstance over natural conditions； delighting in a glare and tumult of busy life under hostile heavens which； elsewhere； woul