confinement. I could scarce trust myself   of time into Eternity -- for it is a sort of Eternity for a man to ime all to  seemed to me t I ime on my ime, I ed up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I ed some steo manage my estates in time for me. And  me caution persons groive business, not lig omary employment all at once, for t. I feel it by myself, but I kno my resources are sufficient; and no t giddy raptures  ion. I am in no ime  a I do not o do in transient y miles a day, to make t of time roublesome, I could read it a I do not read in t violent measure, ime my o candle-ligime, I used to  my  in by-gone ers. I  er pleasure; I let it come to me. I am like the man

    ----ts born, and o him,

    In some green desart.

    quot;Years,quot; you ;ed simpleton calculating upon? old us,  fifty.quot;

    I y years, but deduct out of to ot to myself, and you ill a young fello is true time, o live it, is otime, not  of my poor days, long or s, is at least multiplied for me ten next years, if I stretcy. `tis a fair rule-of-three sum.

    Among trange fantasies  t of my freedom, and of  yet gone, one  a vast tract of time ervened since I quitted ting  conceive of it as an affair of yesterday. tners, and ted -- being suddenly removed from to me. to illustrate tragedy by Sir Robert h:

    ---- `t just now  away;

    I  since ime to sear;

    And yet tance does the same appear

    As if housand years from me.

    time takes no measur