12.  On Old Age

    Wherever I turn, I see evidences of my advancing years.  I visited lately my country-place, and protested against the money which was spent on the tumble-down building.   My bailiff maintained that the flaws were not due to his own carelessness; "he was doing everything possible, but the house was old."  And this was the house which grew under my own hands!  What has the future in store for speak, on the edge of the roof, possesses pleasures of its own.  Or else the very fact of our not wanting pleasures has taken the place of the pleasures themselves.  How comforting it is to have tired out one's appetites, and to have done with them!  "But," you say, "it is a nuisance to be looking death in the face!"  Death, however, should be looked in the face by young and old alike.  We are not summoned according to our rating on the censor's list.  Moreover, no one is so old that it would be improper for him to hope for another day of existence.  And one day, mind you, is a stage on life's journey.

    Our span of life is divided into parts: it consists of large circles enclosing smaller.  One circle embraces and bounds the rest;  it reaches from birth to the last day of existence.  The next circle limits the period of our young manhood.  The third confines all of childhood in its circumference.  Again, there is, in a class by itself, the year;  it contains within itself all the divisions of time by multiplication of which we get the total of life.  The month is bounded by a narrower ring.  The smallest circle of all is the day;  but even a day has its beginning and its ending, its sunrise and its sunset.  Hence Heraclitus, whose obscure style gave him his surname, remarked:  "One day is equal to every day."  Different persons have interpreted the saying in different ways.  Some had that days are equal in number of hours, and this is true; for if by "day" we mean twenty-four hours' time, all days must be equal, inasmuch as the nigh acquires what the day loses.  But others maintain that one day is equal to all days through resemblance, because the very longest space of time possesses no element which cannot be found in a single day, - namely, light and darkness, - and even to eternity day makes these alternations more numerous, not different when it is shorter and different again when it is longer.  Hence, every day ought to be regulated as if it closed the series, as if it rounded out and completed our existence.

    Pacuvius, who by long occupancy made Syria his own, used to hold a regular burial sacrifice in his own honour, with wine and the usual funeral feasting, and then would have himself carried from the dining-room to his chamber, while eunuchs applauded and sang in Greek to a musical accompaniment :  "He has lived his life, he has lived his life!"  Thus Pacuvius had himself carried out to burial every day.  Let us, however, do from a good motive what he used to do from a debased motive; let us go to our sleep with joy and gladness; let us say:  "I have lived; the course which Fortune set for me Is finished."   And is God is pleased to add another day, we should welcome it with glad hearts an is happiest, and is secure in his own possession of himself, who can await the morrow without apprehension.  When a man has said:  "I have lived!", every morning he arises he receives a bonus.

    But now I ought to close my letter.  "What?" you say; "shall it come to me without any little offering?"  Be not afraid; it brings something,- nay, more than something, a great deal.  For what is more noble that he following saying, of which I make this letter the bearer:  "It is wrong to live under constraint; but no man is constrained to live under constraint."  Of course not.  On all sides lie many short and simple paths to freedom; and let us thank God that no man can be kept in life. We may spurn the very constraints that hold us.  "Epicurus," you reply, "Uttered these words; what are you doing with another's property?"  Any truth, I maintain, is my own property.  All I shall continue to heap quotations from Epicurus upon you, so that all persons who swear by the words of another, and put a value upon the speaker and not upon the thing spoken, may understand that the best ideas are common property.  Farwell.