For years before her death, she felt that she belonged to the past generation, did not join in the younger people's occupations, and claimed her place in the chimney-corner.

In her day the "dead-line" in a man's life was drawn at fifty.

Now we know that to be out of all reason.

If the years of a man's life are three-score-and-ten let us determine to move the dead-line on to seventy, and claim that we are not old until we have reached that point.

And if, by reason of strength we can hold on to four-score, let us push it on the ten years farther, and, taking courage, thank God for this new lease of life.
We do not belong to the past generation, but to the acting, working, living present.