They gazed at one another, and fancied that some magic power had really begun to smooth away the deep and sad inscriptions which Father Time had been so long engraving on their brows.
He sat in a high-backed, elaborately-carved, oaken arm-chair, with a gray dignity of aspect that might have well befitted that very Father Time, whose power had never been disputed, save by this fortunate company.
But the fine old season meant well; and if he has not learned the secret how to bless men impartially, it is because his father Time
, with ever-unrelenting unrelenting purpose, still hides that secret in his own mighty, slow-beating heart.
Speaking from the lower regions, the tongue of Father Time
told the hour before midnight.
Well, of course, you can't order eternity wrapped up and delivered at your residence for a price, but I've seen Father Time
get pretty bad stone bruises on his heels when he walked through the gold diggings.
The next morning, after giving his father time
to precede him and conclude his business with Paulvitch, the lad hastened to the Russian's room.
Oh, Father Time
, lift with your kindly hands those bitter memories from off our overburdened hearts, for griefs are ever coming to us with the coming hours, and our little strength is only as the day.
He was past the prime of life, but Father Time
is not always a hard parent, and, though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly upon those who have used him well; making them old men and women inexorably enough, but leaving their hearts and spirits young and in full vigour.
So long, however, as he remained under his old master's care, Owen's lack of sturdiness made it possible, by strict injunctions and sharp oversight, to restrain his creative eccentricity within bounds; but when his apprenticeship was served out, and he had taken the little shop which Peter Hovenden's failing eyesight compelled him to relinquish, then did people recognize how unfit a person was Owen Warland to lead old blind Father Time along his daily course.
As the summer advanced he almost totally relinquished his business, and permitted Father Time, so far as the old gentleman was represented by the clocks and watches under his control, to stray at random through human life, making infinite confusion among the train of bewildered hours.
This remarkable urchin, in truth, was the very emblem of old Father Time
, both in respect of his all-devouring appetite for men and things, and because he, as well as Time, after ingulfing thus much of creation, looked almost as youthful as if he had been just that moment made.
If we could only hold on for another hour, old Father Time
would bring up their carriages, and relieve us of them altogether.