The friends of his youth have formed the new ties that have come with
the march of the years. The trees have their leaves, and cast a grateful
shadow, cool and sweet. The bachelor is bare, and under his branches the
hot and withering sun pours down unpleasantly. You are lucky to have
escaped such a lot, for it is O, so lonesome and unsatisfactory to man!
It is not good for him to be alone. Now,