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162               Glimpses of Our Ancestors.
even to those whose pillar and prop he should have been. They left him, or he left them—I don't know which. He again reverted to his original state of bachelorship—the life of irresponsibility—uselessness, if you will—for which alone he was fit. But it was stript of all its little joys and delights: its ornaments and attractions. The boy-man of a former age had attempted to become the full man of this, and had failed. He, a mere skirmisher on the skirts of life, had sought to enter the ranks of the heavy-armed disciplined army, and had found that he could not wield its weapons or bear its armour or even keep his place in its serried ranks. So, like the wounded deer (his heart must have been wounded), he sought the old covert and lay down and died.
The world did not miss him; and yet he was the last of a class that made the world more pleasant; and those who knew him in his early days may in vain look round for a successor to him. At first, perhaps, they do so with a kind of regret— for did he not give and take much pleasure ?—but, as they recollect his fate, and how inevitable that fate was, they must end with the hope that the world—the busy, hard-working, use-exacting world—may never know another Osmond—that he may be " the last of his kind."
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