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Updated: May 23, 2025
Every season has its pleasures for boys, and the constant change that they bring is one of the greatest delights of boyhood's days. All of us, as we grow older, have in our memory pictures of by-gone times that are somehow more than usually vivid, the colors of some not blurring by time as others do.
It will be my last letter, I think. My courage feels shaken, my spirits get depressed, when my thoughts go back to Turin. I am no more capable of facing the consideration of Midwinter at this moment than I was in the by-gone time, The day of reckoning with him, once distant and doubtful, is a day that may come to me now, I know not how soon.
To find her here, however, in these somewhat romantic circumstances, magnified that by-gone and transitory tenderness to indescribable proportions.
She turned away fiercely, choking with sobs she could hardly control, as the memory of that by-gone moment returned upon her. "I thought as much," said Delafield, in a low voice. "You hoped never to hear of your promise again."
This evening it was wonderful on the terrace, the sun set in a blaze of crimson and purple and gold, every window in the Galerie des Glasses seemed to be on fire strange ghosts of by-gone courtiers appeared to be flitting past the mirrors. What do they think of the turmoil they have left behind them, I wonder? Each generation torn by the same anguish which the worries of love bring?
He set his teeth firmly, pulled the tompion out of his gun, and flung it away disdainfully as if he would never need it again, blew into the muzzle to see if the tube was clear, and wiped off the lock with a fine white handkerchief one of the relics of his by-gone elegance which he drew from the breast of his blouse. "Sergeant Glan Sergeant Glancey will remain," said the Captain peremptorily.
So strongly did this conceit steal over me, so deeply was I penetrated with wonder at the chimney, that one day when I was a little out of my mind, I now think getting a spade from the garden, I set to work, digging round the foundation, especially at the corners thereof, obscurely prompted by dreams of striking upon some old, earthen-worn memorial of that by-gone day, when, into all this gloom, the light of heaven entered, as the masons laid the foundation-stones, peradventure sweltering under an August sun, or pelted by a March storm.
Things which I could not know, which my imagination, working in the service of the will, could never have bodied forth, were before me as in life itself. I consciously wondered at peculiarities of costume such as I had never read of; at features of architecture entirely new to me; at insignificant characteristics of that by-gone world, which by no possibility could have been gathered from books.
"Sweet-heart, how earnest by yonder black eye?" anxiously demanded John Laurence, on the last Sunday afternoon in January, when Agnes and he were coming back from their favourite stroll towards Clerkenwell. "'Tis nought new, belike," said she with a smile. "Please God," returned he, "it shall be ancient matter and by-gone, very soon."
"Yonder, at the broker's," said the old man, "where there are so many pictures hanging. No one knows or cares about them, for they are all of them buried; but I knew her in by-gone days, and now she has been dead and gone these fifty years!" Under the picture, in a glazed frame, there hung a bouquet of withered flowers; they were almost fifty years old; they looked so very old!
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