places of these dignified figures who are sitting, as in Friends' Meeting, “on the high seats.”
How little we know, in maturity, of the struggles and terrors of the young!
As they look out into the world they see all its problems and difficulties at their full dimensions, or perhaps exaggerated, while the wings are yet undeveloped by which they themselves are perhaps to float airily over all these obstacles.
A small boy of my acquaintance once lay awake in tears after an overdose of Miss Martineau
's once famous Illustrations of Political Economy
, because he did not see how he should ever be able to pay his rent when he became a man; and a little girl wept yet more wildly, beyond all control of her nurse, because she did not know whether, if she died, there would be anybody to attend her funeral.
We can smile at these childish solicitudes from the safe vantage-ground of maturer years.
But not a year passes without some unexplained tragedy in the newspapers;--some college student or recent graduate, usually a person of good abilities and unstained character, fills his home with anguish by an unexplained suicide in his hotel chamber.
Could we look behind the scenes we might perhaps find the explanation to lie in some fancied helplessness, as unfounded