The waiting game is a hard one _and it makes us worldly_.
After the lapse of years what once seemed a _rose_ might appear to be more of a _hollyhock_.
Naturally we never blame ourselves for the changes.

Had we obeyed the grand impulse in the hour of our youth we might have kept the garden full of roses and the hollyhocks would never have sprouted there.

Then the home nest would have tinged our sensibilities with its loveliness and our affections would have been nailed down hard and fast _forever and a day_.
Among the many baffling problems which the young man faces, and for that matter, any man, is marriage.

More thought, more energy and more time is taken up over this one decisive step than over any other.

The reasons are obvious.