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side and greet old acquaintances here and there among the parti-coloured wayfarers passing up or down; while tobacco palleth not on the longest day, and beer is ever within easy reach. The iron tetter that scurfs the face of our island has killed out the pleasant life of the road; but many of its best conditions still linger round these old toll-gates, free from dust and clatter, on the silent liquid Highway to the West.
These for the weaker brethren: but for him who is conscious of the Gift, the path is plain.
