If the clock goes fitfully nobody knows the time of day; and, if your task is a link in the chain of another man's work, you are his clock, and he ought to be able to rely on you." "The whole period of youth," said Ruskin, "is one essentially of formation, edification, instruction.

There is not an hour of it but is trembling with destinies--not a moment of which, once passed, the appointed work can ever be done again, or the neglected blow struck on the cold iron." "To-morrow, didst thou say ?" asked Cotton.

"Go to--I will not hear of it.

To-morrow! 't is a sharper who stakes his penury against thy plenty--who takes thy ready cash and pays thee naught but wishes, hopes and promises, the currency of idiots.

_To-morrow!_ it is a period nowhere to be found in all the hoary registers of time, unless perchance in the fool's calendar.