Our village was built on the Ohio River, and was a halting place on this great national road, then the only avenue of traffic between the South and the North.
It is a good rule never to see or talk to the man whose words have wrung your heart, or helped it, just as it is wise not to look down too closely at the luminous glow which sometimes shines on your path on a summer night, if you would not see the ugly worm below.
For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread.