An Attic Philosopher in Paris — Volume 2

The day of the month came into my mind as soon as I awoke. Another year is separated from the chain of ages, and drops into the gulf of the past! The crowd hasten to welcome her young sister. But while all looks are turned toward the future, mine revert to the past. Everyone smiles upon the new queen; but, in spite of myself, I think of her whom time has just wrapped in her winding-sheet. The past year, at least I know what she was and what she has given me, while this one comes surrounded by all the forebodings of the unknown. What does she hide in the clouds that mantle her? Is it the storm or the sunshine? Just now it rains and I feel my mind as gloomy as the sky. I have a holiday today but what can one do on a rainy day? I walk up and down my attic out of temper, and I determine to light my fire.