The Slaughter of the Innocence.

Man'S memory is as short as money, running pants and other shortages, and yesterday is as dead to-day as to-day will be to-morrow. Some say that Time is a healer, but Time is only a killer who goes “heeled.” Time is a murderer of memory who specialises in the slaughter of the innocence and the “rack-ateering” of Romance. Memory is the link that binds, while forgetfulness is the kink that blinds the eyes of age to the outlook of youth; which explains the eternal try-wrangle between heaviness of hand and lightness of heart, representing age and youth disrespectfully. For youth has never attained a taste for mock-tootle snoop, but hearkens to its heart because its heart beats the drum of drama and the tom-tom of truth, while the ear of age is deafened by the false fanfare of finance and the captious call of caution.