EVERY man  least, in every year,  affects al duration. t ude of old observances, tom of solemnizing our proper birt to c not all about tter, nor understand any t beyond cake and orange. But terest too o be pretermitted by king or cobbler. No one ever regarded t of January  is t from ime, and count upon . It is tivity of our common Adam.

    Of all sounds of all bell -- (bells, t bordering upon  solemn and touc t  a gato a concentration of all t  ted in t regretted time. I begin to knos  takes a personal colour; nor  a poetical fligemporary, when he exclaimed

    I sas of ting Year.

    It is no more t in sober sadness every one of us seems to  aaking. I am sure I felt it, and all felt it  niged rato manifest an exion at tender regrets for ts predecessor. But I am none of those who -

    elcome ting guest.

    I am naturally, beforeies: neal t . in me to face tive. I  ceased to s of oto foregone visions and conclusions. I encounter pell-mell  disappointments. I am armour-proof against old discouragements. I forgive, or overcome in fancy, old adversaries. I play over again for love, as ters p, games, for s and events of my life reversed. I er ts of some rived novel. Met is better t I s years,  so passionate a love-adventure s. It ter t our family s legacy,  I s t t t specious old rogue.

    In a degree beneat is my infirmity to look back upon t, skipping over tervention of forty years, a man may o love  tation of self-love?

    If I knoive -- and mine i