第12部分(第3/7 頁)

novation；　I　would　begin　going　to　bed　at　sunset　and　rising　with　the　beam　of　day；　ten　to　one；　it　would　vastly　improve　my　health；　and　undoubtedly　it　would　add　to　the　pleasures　of　my　existence。

When　travelling；　I　have　now　and　then　watched　the　sunrise；　and　always　with　an　exultation　unlike　anything　produced　in　me　by　other　aspects　of　nature。　I　remember　daybreak　on　the　Mediterranean；　the　shapes　of　islands　growing　in　hue　after　hue　of　tenderest　light；　until　they　floated　amid　a　sea　of　glory。　And　among　the　mountains……that　crowning　height；　one　moment　a　cold　pallor；　the　next　soft…glowing　under　the　touch　of　the　rosy…fingered　goddess。　These　are　the　things　I　shall　never　see　again；　things；　indeed；　so　perfect　in　memory　that　I　should　dread　to　blur　them　by　a　newer　experience。　My　senses　are　so　much　duller；　they　do　not　show　me　what　once　they　did。

How　far　away　is　that　school…boy　time；　when　I　found　a　pleasure　in　getting　up　and　escaping　from　the　dormitory　whilst　all　the　others　were　still　asleep。　My　purpose　was　innocent　enough；　I　got　up　early　only　to　do　my　lessons。　I　can　see　the　long　school…room；　lighted　by　the　early　sun；　I　can　smell　the　school…room　odour……a　blend　of　books　and　slates　and　wall…maps　and　I　know　not　what。　It　was　a　mental　peculiarity　of　mine　that　at　five　o'clock　in　the　morning　I　could　apply　myself　with　gusto　to　mathematics；　a　subject　loathsome　to　me　at　any　other　time　of　the　day。　Opening　the　book　at　some　section　which　was　wont　to　scare　me；　I　used　to　say　to　myself：　〃e　now；　I'm　going　to　tackle　this　this　morning！　If　other　boys　can　understand　it；　why　shouldn't　I？〃　And　in　a　measure　I　succeeded。　In　a　measure　only；　there　was　always　a　limit　at　which　my　powers　failed　me；　strive　as　I　would。

In　my　garret…days　it　was　seldom　that　I　rose　early：　with　the　exception　of　one　year……or