“How sweet it was to see the clouds race by, and the brief gleams of moonlight between the scudding clouds crossing and passing-like the gladness and sorrow of a man’s life; how sweet it was to breathe the fresh air, that had no taint of death and decay; how humanising to see the red lighting of the sky beyond the hill, and to hear far away the muffled roar that marks the life of a great city.”
