GROWING OLD


THERE are things that grow in beauty as the long years pass--growing lovelier day by day : oak, china, silver, glass. Towns of quaint old houses, weathered brick and mellowed stone-- gather richly to themselves a beauty of their own. Often do we lose our looks when we have lost our youth. If we could but grow in virtue, kindliness and truth--we should face the sunset with tranquillity and grace--and lines of beauty Time would draw upon the ageing face.

-Naughty Fox