My school-days! The silent gliding on of my existence -- the unseen, unfelt progress of my life -- from childhood up to youth! Let me think, as I look back upon that flowing water, now a dry channel overgrown with leaves, whether there are any marks along its course, by which I can remember how it ran.

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