It seemed to him that he had put away his former life for ever, and that another life had just begun,--and his brain was ready and eager to rid itself of old impressions in order to prepare for new.

Nothing of much moment had occurred to him as yet.

A few persons had said "good-day " or "good-night" to him in passing,--a farmer had asked him to hold his horse for a quarter of an hour, which he had done, and had thereby earned threepence,--but he had met with no interesting or exciting incidents which could come under the head of "adventures." Nevertheless he was gathering fresh experiences,--experiences which all tended to show him how the best and brightest part of life is foolishly wasted and squandered by the modern world in a mad rush for gain.
"So very little money really suffices for health, contentment, and harmless pleasure!" he thought.

"The secret of our growing social mischief does not lie with the natural order of created things, but solely with ourselves.

We will not set any reasonable limit to our desires.