The essence of Existence is a discreet selection of the things worth while and a positive rejection of tinselled jim-cracks which glitter like gold but ring like lead. Only experience, both bitter and sweetened, can prove the worth of each article of Life's litter; but, as one man's meat is another man's dyspepsia, far be it from me to dogmatise upon the things that count and those that are deficient in arithmetic.

But, were I asked to designate three things which count most to me, I should say: