the night watch by rembrandt

the night watch by rembrandt
The Broken Pitcher
The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
¡¡¡¡"If you could say, with truth, to your own solitary heart, to-night, 'I have secured to myself the love and attachment, the gratitude or respect, of no human creature; I have won myself a tender place in no regard; I have done nothing good or serviceable to be remembered by!' your seventy-eight years would be seventy-eight heavy curses; would they not?" ¡¡¡¡"You say truly, Mr. Carton; I think they would be." ¡¡¡¡Sydney turned his eyes again upon the fire, and, after a silence of a few moments, said: ¡¡¡¡"I should like to ask you:- Does your childhood seem far off? Do the days when you sat at your mother's knee, seem days of very long ago?" ¡¡¡¡Responding to his softened manner, Mr. Lorry answered: ¡¡¡¡"Twenty years back, yes; at this time of my life, no. For, as I draw closer and closer to the end, I travel in the circle, nearer and nearer to the beginning. It seems to be one of the kind smoothings and preparings of the way. My heart is touched now, by many remembrances that had long fallen asleep, of my pretty young mother (and I so old!), and by many associations of the days when what we call the World was not so real with me, and my faults were not confirmed in me." ¡¡¡¡"I understand the feeling!" exclaimed Carton, with a bright flush. "And you are the better for it?" ¡¡¡¡"I hope so." ¡¡¡¡Carton terminated the conversation here, by rising to help him on with his outer coat; "But you," said Mr. Lorry, reverting to the theme, "you are young." ¡¡¡¡"Yes," said Carton. "I am not old, but my young way was never the way to age. Enough of me." ¡¡¡¡"And of me, I am sure," said Mr. Lorry. "Are you going out?"