envious years, and become again to each other all that they had ever been.  But though they live in the same town, and often dine at the same table, and belong to the same club, yet they have not grown together again.  They have grown more and more apart, and are uneasy in each other’s presence, tacitly self-reproachful for the same effect which neither of them could avert or repair.  They had been respectively in storage, and each, in taking the other out, has experienced in him the unfitness which grows upon the things put away for a time and reinstated in a former function.

III.

I have not touched upon these facts of life, without the purpose of finding some way out of the coil.  There seems none better than the counsel of keeping one’s face set well forward, and one’s eyes fixed steadfastly upon the future.  This is the hint we will get from nature if we will heed her, and note how she never recurs, never stores or takes out of storage.  Fancy rehabilitating one’s first love:  how nature would mock at that!  We cannot go back and be the men and women we were, any more than we can go back and be children.  As we grow older, each year’s change in us is more chasmal and complete.  There is no elixir whose magic will recover us to ourselves as we were last year; but perhaps we shall return to ourselves more and more in the times, or the eternity, to come.  Some instinct or inspiration implies the promise of this, but only on condition that we shall not cling to the life that has been ours, and hoard its mummified image in our hearts.  We must not seek to store ourselves, but must part with what we were for the use and behoof of others, as the poor part with their worldly gear when they move from one place to another.  It is a curious and significant property of our outworn characteristics that, like our old furniture, they will serve admirably in the life of some other, and that this other can profitably make them his when we can no longer keep them ours, or ever hope to resume them.  They not only go down to successive generations, but they spread beyond our lineages, and serve the turn of those whom we never knew to be within the circle of our influence.

Civilization imparts itself by some such means, and the lower classes are clothed in the cast conduct of the upper, which if it had been stored would have left the inferiors rude and barbarous.  We have only to think how socially naked most of us would be if we had not had the beautiful manners of our exclusive society to put on at each change of fashion when it dropped them.