And in the same proportion, they who till then have wasted the prodigal fervours of youth upon a sterile soil; who have served Ambition, or, like Aram, devoted their hearts to Wisdom; relax from their ardour, look back on the departed years with regret, and commence, in their manhood, the fiery pleasures and delirious follies which are only pardonable in youth.

In short, as in every human pursuit there is a certain vanity, and as every acquisition contains within itself the seed of disappointment, so there is a period of life when we pause from the pursuit, and are discontented with the acquisition.

We then look around us for something new--again follow--and are again deceived.

Few men throughout life are the servants to one desire.

When we gain the middle of the bridge of our mortality, different objects from those which attracted us upward almost invariably lure us to the descent.