A fear of that which is high, or mental or physical inertia, or, to be less euphemistic and more exact, laziness--should not deter us.

This object is not to be accomplished by adopting juvenile dress and kittenish ways.

We should beautify old age, not accentuate it by artificial means.

When your roadster, advanced in years and woefully stiff in the joints, makes a lame attempt to imitate a gamboling colt, and feebly elevates his hind legs, and pretends to shy at a piece of paper in the road, you smile with contemptuous amusement and say: "The old fool is in his dotage!" But if he keeps on steadily to his work, doing the best he can, your comment is sure to be somewhat after this fashion: "This is truly a wonderful horse! He is just as good as on the day I bought him, fifteen years ago!" Let us determine to face the situation, when it is necessary, calmly and sensibly.

For, unlike the aforesaid horse, we do not expect to be knocked on the head with a club, or quietly chloroformed out of existence at a stated period.