Capitolo 74
how many changes have taken place! The whole aspect of things is
altered. His/her child has jumped in a youth; the youth is become a man;
the man has already started to feel adult you anticipate him. Beauty has
in bloom and it was grown weak. Fresh flowers of the beauty are budded, expanded,
dead. The ways of the day have been aged. New customs have
prevailed on the old one. Parties, politics, and popular opinions have
changed. The crown has passed by the eyebrow of a monarch to that of
another. The habits and tastes are not the same anymore. Us, we am
hardly the same we was twelve years ago.
Twelve years ago! It is a terrible retrospective look. You challenge us we look again on the
darkened sight, and, in imagination you reconsider the run that we have it trod? With
how many the vain hopes are shaded! with how much good decisions, never
carried out, is paved! Where the dreams of the ambition it is in that,
did we satisfy twelve, years ago? Where the aspirations that have shot is
us--the passions that have consumed then us? It is successful our in the life been
commensurate with our his/her own desires--with the formed anticipations of us
from others? Or, we are not damaged in heart, as in ambition? It doesn't have the
beloved a state alienated by doubt, or it grabbed from us from the cold hand
of death? It is not the destination toward which we pressed, more distant than
never--the perspective in front of us sad as the white back part?--Enough of
this. I/you/he/she allow us to proceed with our history.
Twelve years, then they are passed since the date of the events
detailed in the preceding division of this history. To that duration, us
it was under of the hesitation of Ann: now we am to the principle of the
kingdom of George the first one. Passing above to a look the whole one of the
period that interposes him; going away to the words of the poet,
--The growth not tried
Of that wide opening--
we will take back our account to the beginning of June, 1715.
One afternoon of Friday, in this pleasant month it happened, that the Mr. Wood,