In the Park
“Yes,” I said one afternoon in the Park, as I looked rather contemptuously at the people of Fashion, moving slow and well-dressed in the sunshine, “but how about the others, the Courtiers and Beauties and Dandies of the past? They wore fine costumes, and glittered for their hour in the summer air. What has become of them?” I somewhat rhetorically asked. They were all dead now. Their day was over. They were cold in their graves.
And I thought of those severe spirits who, in garrets far from the Park and Fashion, had scorned the fumes and tinsel of the noisy World.
But, good Heavens! these severe spirits were, it occurred to me, all, as a matter of fact, quite as dead as the others.