Old age brings along with its ugliness the comfort that you will soon be out of it, - which ought to be a substantial relief to such discontented pendulums as we are. To be out of the war, out of debt, out of the drought, out of the blues, out of the dentist's hands, out of the second thoughts, mortifications, and remorses that inflict such twinges and shooting pains, - out of the next winter, and the high prices, and company below your ambition, - surely these are soothing hints.