So far, $0. good, provided one has always the Ieisure to indulge one's nstinets, but what about an evenings which has been kept sacre't Tram society's whirl and dedicated, Jie study or writing? One retires from the cheery chatter of home group to the calm atmosphere Jat one's own room, one's own fire, One perhaps sits down at one's desk, wt before the stationery" ambled, the huge pile of unanswercal letters attacked, the chilly atmosphere driver one to the fre, Undaunted one takes the faithful travelling portfolio on one's knees ud starts bravely out, My dearest Cynthia": one writes, "Lam sitting here before a glowing:
dreaming. of our delightful Christmas together a year ago And then one does dream, of Cynthia many other people. So many, bits of news, clever vemurks, propriate allusions, heartfelt [thanks for holiday remembrances come to one's mind. Alns, they ho not come to one's pen. One cons: poses marvellous letters, ax cheery the fire, as lively as its Jeapine Hames, ax beautiful ax its changing lights,' But one does not go to the trouble, the mechanical exertion of putting them down on paper. One only dreams them. So one alway thas done, so one always will do, Far away' and long ago the Paulmist wrote: "While Twas musing the fire burned.
Another charge which may be Drought against the seductive open fire ix that its blandishments are far superior to the drawing qualities of lectures, readiness oF concerts of the aloof, high brow quality. It doesn't hold' ux when the
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