With such reflections as these, I was endeavouring to console myself, as I plodded home from the fields, one cold, damp, cloudy evening towards the close of October. But the gleam of a bright red fire through the parlour window had more effect in cheering my spirits, and rebuking my thankless repinings, than all the sage reflections and good resolutions I had forced my mind to frame; for I was young then, remember-only four and twenty-and had not acquired half the rule over my own spirit, that I now possess— trifling as that may be 

🥰🤭😂 Far out! Every moment with you is a cherished memory. 