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IT has been said by this or that writer,I scarcely know by whom,that,in proportion as we grow old,and our time becomes short,the swifter does it pass,until at last,as we approach the borders of the grave,it assumes all the speed and impetuosity of a river about to precipitate itself into an abyss;this is doubtless the case,provided we can carry to the grave those pleasant thoughts and delusions,which alone render life agreeable,and to which even to the very last we would gladly cling;but what becomes of the swiftness of time,when the mind sees the vanity of human pursuits?
which is sure to be the case when its fondest,dearest hopes have been blighted at the very moment when the harvest was deemed secure.What becomes from that moment,I repeat,of the shortness of time?I put not the question to those who have never known that trial,they are satisfied with themselves and all around them,with what they have done,and yet hope to do;some carry their delusions with them to the borders of the grave,ay,to the very moment when they fall into it;a beautiful golden cloud surrounds them to the last,and such talk of the shortness of time:through the medium of that cloud the world has ever been a pleasant world to them;their only regret is that they are so soon to quit it;but oh,ye dear deluded hearts,it is not every one who is so fortunate!
To the generality of mankind there is no period like youth.The generality are far from fortunate;but the period of youth,even to the least so,offers moments of considerable happiness,for they are not only disposed but able to enjoy most things within their reach.With what trifles at that period are we content;the things from which in after-life we should turn away in disdain please us then,for we are in the midst of a golden cloud,and everything seems decked with a golden hue.Never during any portion of my life did time flow on more speedily than during the two or three years immediately succeeding the period to which we arrived in the preceding chapter:since then it has flagged often enough;sometimes it has seemed to stand entirely still;and the reader may easily judge how it fares at the present,from the circumstance of my taking pen in hand,and endeavouring to write down the passages of my life-a last resource with most people.But at the period to which I allude I was just,as I may say,entering upon life;I had adopted a profession,and,to keep up my character,simultaneously with that profession-the study of a new language.
I speedily became a proficient in the one,but ever remained a novice in the other:a novice in the law,but a perfect master in the Welsh tongue.
Yes;very pleasant times were those,when within the womb of a lofty deal desk,behind which I sat for some eight hours every day,transcribing (when I imagined eyes were upon me)documents of every deion in every possible hand,Blackstone kept company with Ab Gwilym-the polished English lawyer of the last century,who wrote long and prosy chapters on the rights of things-with a certain wild Welshman,who some four hundred years before that time indited immortal cowydds and odes to the wives of Cambrian chieftains-more particularly to one Morfydd,the wife of a certain hunchbacked dignitary called by the poet facetiously Bwa Bach-generally terminating with the modest request of a little private parlance beneath the greenwood bough,with no other witness than the eos,or nightingale,a request which,if the poet himself may be believed,rather a doubtful point,was seldom,very seldom,denied.And by what strange chance had Ab Gwilym and Blackstone,two personages so exceedingly different,been thus brought together?From what the reader already knows of me,he may be quite prepared to find me reading the former;but what could have induced me to take up Blackstone,or rather the law?
I have ever loved to be as explicit as possible;on which account,perhaps,I never attained to any proficiency in the law,the essence of which is said to be ambiguity;most questions may be answered in a few words,and this among the rest,though connected with the law.My parents deemed it necessary that I should adopt some profession,they named the law;the law was as agreeable to me as any other profession within my reach,so I adopted the law,and the consequence was,that Blackstone,probably for the first time,found himself in company with Ab Gwilym.By adopting the law I had not ceased to be Lavengro.
