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As this life is a Broad Highway along which we must all of us

pass whether ill or no; as it is a thoroughfare so, and beset by many hardships,

sometimes desolate and hatefully monotonous, so, also, e for the better, and, the stony

track overpassed, the choking heat and dust left behind, wehaven shady with trees, and full of

the cool, sweet sound of running waters Then who shall bla upon our

backs a while, gaze up through the swaying green of trees to the

infinite blue beyond, ere we journey on once ood or evil lies waiting for us in

the hazy distance

To just such a place am I now come, in this, my history; the

record of a period which I, afterwards, remembered as the

happiest I had ever known, the rant everlastingly

If, in the forthcoes, you shall find over-much of

Charmian, I would say, in the first place, that it is by her, and

upon her, that this narrative hangs; and, in the second place,

that in this part of h

here, indeed, I a that I

must depict, as faithfully as may be, that s, to wit--a woether for the