A dying man's last gasp is oven more
dgnifleant nnd overwhelming than a
lowborn baby's first cry. Ono is tho
Ising, the other tho sotting, sun. Tho
me is the first word of a story which
s nbout to be told and may be told
veil; the other is the last word of the
ast sentence of the Inst pago, when
he story ls ended. One is tho reveille
ounding the call to arms; the other ls
i tnttoo beaten upon a inuliled drum
>y the side of nn open grave. One is
he spring blossom, the other a falling
mowflake. One is a bird's note sung
imong the growing leaves; the other is
he snapping of a trunk when the old
ree ls about to make its last plunge
md go down with a crash.
Living man may once have been aa
trong as the great tree for whose life.
