That, my friends, is the Present! What will he do?
WHAT will he do?
What will he DO?
Memories of the past are whispering to him: 'Choose the flower.

Light on the posy.' Here we clearly see the influence of the past upon the present.

But, to employ a figure of speech, the fly-paper beckons to the insect toothsomely, and, thinks he; 'Shall I give it a try?
Shall I?
Shall I give it a try ?' The future is in his own hands to make or unmake.

The past, the voice of Providence, has counselled him: 'Leave it alone, leave it alone, little fly.

Go away from there.' Does he heed the warning?
Does he heed it, ladies and gentlemen?
Does he?
Ah, no! He springs into the air, decides between the two attractions, one of them, so deadly to his interests and--_drops upon the fly-paper to perish miserably_! The future is in his hands no longer.