WE know of one who would not have on the parlour chimney-shelf a dial with a second's hand, because it made him see and feel how life lessens, as it were, drop by drop. What he would have said, or how he would have felt, if he had to write these Prefaces surpasses our power of surmise, for they at once tell of six months gone — and how quickly gone! But no such weight has been upon us: no day has been long enough or slow enough — each day's evening seemed to arrive before its morning had passed into noontide. Grateful are we to record that truth, for miserable is he over whom time passes on heavily.