The Cakes Of Our Childhood

It mnst be a oommon expurierice with ns all to look back with sornething of wonder, even of humiliation, to the things in literatnre or art we once thought exquisito and of highest worth. The oratory we once sat nnder, the nraBic we once sang or played, the eugraving we usert to buy an hang on our walls when we were 18 and infallible, how poor and cheapthey often seem after a quarter of a centnry or so, duriug which we have renrl more, thought more, used our eyes more and drunk deeper of the "still sad mnsic of hnmanity. " -