our bonds! Cobwebs are not more frail. A bubble has as sure a tenure as a man. “What boots your houses and your lands? In spite of close-drawn deed and fence, Like water, ’twixt your cheated hands, They slip into the graveyard’s sands, And mock your ownership’s pretence.” THE way is good, says Chrysostom, if it be to a feast, though through a dark and miry lane; if to an execution not good, though through the fairest street of the city. Non qua sed quo. Not