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page elevenbination of circumstances over which he has no control; when I see the outstretched hand, just about to grasp the flag of victory, take instead the emblem of defeat, I ask: What is life? Dreams, awakening and death; 'a pendulum 'twixt a smile and a tear'; 'a momentary halt within the waste and then the nothing we set out from'; 'a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more'; 'a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing'; a child-blown bubble that but reflects the light and shadow of its environment and is gone; a mockery, a sham, a lie, a fool's vision; its happiness but Dead Sea apples; its pain the crunching of a tyrant's heel. I feel as Omar did when he wrote:" 'We are no other than a moving row Of magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined lantern held In midnight by the Master of the show. But helpless pieces of the game He plays Upon the checker-board of nights and days; Hither and thither moves, and checks and slays And one by one back in the closet lays. The ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But here and there as strikes the player goes; And He that tossed you down into the field— He knows about it all—He knows—He knows.' "But I don't. This is my mood.OrationBY W. H.KnickerBOCKER




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