Year: 1874

ran up to him on the Broadstairs
sands, spade in hand. And we
have often wondered since how
many people there are who know
what is meant by wasting time.


1t is very easy TO make mistakes
on this subject for nothing is so
deceitful as appearances. We all
know that Penelope, that classic
al model of propriety and all the
virtues, employed her time in
weaving a garment by day, and
unraveling it at night. She did
this to keep off her lovers, who
wanted to pursuade her that her
q u b n d Ulysses was dead
When the suitors found her out,
Of course they accused her of vast
ing time-but at that moment
Ulysses knocked at the door, after
seeing many men and cities. In
fact, he had come home, and the
fair Penelope had her reward after
all.


Surely it is waste of time for that
old tortoise to try and beat the
nimble hare at racing, but the sill
ly old thing will crawl on without
stopping, at about the pace one
gets down the Strand on a rainy
day. Presently, down comes the
hare at furious pace-there is no
wasting time with him at all
e7ents-but, alas when be arrives
oreathless at the winning-post: be
finds the old tortoise there before
him, and fast asleep, too, Ah!''
says the hare, ~ wish l had ta-
ken my nap at the end instead Of
the beginning of the race, and then
l should have won it aad that tor
toise might have crawled in vain
as it is, he has made good use Of
his time, and I have wasted
mine.


| What an idle man that is yon.
der, fishing hour after hour! Truly
a melancholy spectacle, as stern
old Doctor Johnson would say
"a line with worm at one enc
and fool at the other" Wrong
againl That man is an eminent
statesman, who has escaped to re
cruit his weary brain in the com
pany of the kingfsher and the her
on. What eloquence, wisdom ane
wholesome legislation do not WI
owe to such hours Of idleness
| Nay, do not some Of our best anc
kindliest thoughts often come t.
! us as we sit on the beach and toss
pebbles into the shining sea GOV
| cred with it's "innumerable smiles p
| Recreation is no5 waste when it i!
a rest from real work, and a pre-
paration for more.


| We confess we never feel a
home with a man who must al
ways be doing something. There
was a French statesman who wrote
a huge book by snatches, in those
occasional intervals when he hap
pened to be kept waiting for hi
dinner. We have not the slight
est wish to see this ante-prandia
performance. We do not doubt i
was very dull book, for men who
are never at leisure are always dull
| Fussy men and idle men are e
qually insuferable to US. The rea
worker is never in a hurry, ant
the real idler, we may add, is never
anything else. Who ever heart
Of Lord Palmerston, or the Duke
of Wellington, Or Lord Broughar
being in a hurry? When we see
a man in great hurry, we may bt
pretty certain that his profession
consists in doing nothing, ant
that he is doing that badly. The
idlest man we ever saw was Away:
SO much pressed for time that he
never had FIVE minutes to spare
for anything. No one need evel
be in such a terrible hurry as this
If we ever find ourselves so, it i:
probably because we have beer
wasting our time. We have hac
no system, and have, therefore
done in an hour what ought tc
have been finished in twenty min
utes; or, like the hare, we have loi
tered on the way, and then We
make a push for it, and arrive
Just in time to miss the train


How many hares there are eve
ry morning who arrive breathles.
in the city, because breakfast wa.
half an hour late, or because they
would not get up when the clocl
struck seven.


But our readers have a right t.
ask what constitutes, as a genera
rule, waste Of time. We answe
in a single sentence-whateve
hinders or prevents your doin,
your work in life. Every on,
should realize that his duty her
consists in applying himself t.
some worthy work, and his tim
may then safely and without vast