such　a　representation；　than　in　these　days　of　tramcars　and　〃fixed…
  price〃　restaurants。　　An　entire　〃art〃　dies　with　him。　　It　has　been
  whispered　that　he　has　not　entirely　justified　his　reputation；　that
  the　accounts　of　his　exploits　as　a　HAUT　VIVEUR　have　gained　in　the
  telling。　　Nevertheless　he　dominated　an　epoch；　rising　above　the
  tumultuous　and　levelling　society　of　his　day；　a　tardy　Don　Quixote；
  of　the　knighthood　of　pleasures；　FETES；　loves　and　prodigalities；
  which　are　no　longer　of　our　time。　　His　great　name；　his　grand　manner；
  his　elderly　graces；　his　serene　carelessness；　made　him　a　being　by
  himself。　　No　one　will　succeed　this　master　of　departed　elegances。
  If　he　does　not　recover　from　his　attack；　if　the　paralysis　does　not
  leave　that　poor　brain；　worn　out　with　doing　nothing；　we　can　honestly
  say　that　he　is　the　last　of　his　kind。
  An　original　and　independent　thinker　has　asserted　that
  civilizations；　societies；　empires；　and　republics　go　down　to
  posterity　typified　for　the　admiration　of　mankind；　each　under　the
  form　of　some　hero。　　Emerson　would　have　given　a　place　in　his
  Pantheon　to　Sagan。　　For　it　is　he　who　sustained　the　traditions　and
  became　the　type　of　that　distinguished　and　frivolous　society；　which
  judged　that　serious　things　were　of　no　importance；　enthusiasm　a
  waste　of　time；　literature　a　bore；　that　nothing　was　interesting　and
  worthy　of　occupying　their　attention　except　the　elegant　distractions
  that　helped　to　pass　their　days…and　nights！　　He　had　the　merit　（？）　in
  these　days　of　the　practical　and　the　commonplace；　of　preserving　in
  his　gracious　person　all　the　charming　uselessness　of　a　courtier　in　a
  country　where　there　was　no　longer　a　court。
  What　a　strange　sight　it　would　be　if　this　departing　dandy　could；
  before　he　leaves　for　ever　the　theatre　of　so　many　triumphs；　take　his
  place　at　some　street　corner；　and　review　the　shades　of　the
  companions　his　long　life　had　thrown　him　with；　the　endless
  procession　of　departed　belles　and　beaux；　who；　in　their　youth；　had；
  under　his　rule；　helped　to　dictate　the　fashions　and　lead　the　sports
  of　a　world。
  CHAPTER　28　…　A　Nation　on　the　Wing
  ON　being　taken　the　other　day　through　a　large　and　costly　residence；
  with　the　thoroughness　that　only　the　owner　of　a　new　house　has　the
  cruelty　to　inflict　on　his　victims；　not　allowing　them　to　pass　a
  closet　or　an　electric　bell　without　having　its　particular　use　and
  convenience　explained；　forcing　them　to　look　up　coal…slides；　and
  down　air…shafts　and　to　visit　every　secret　place；　from　the　cellar　to
  the　fire…escape；　I　noticed　that　a　peculiar　arrangement　of　the　rooms
  repeated　itself　on　each　floor；　and　several　times　on　a　floor。　　I
  remarked　it　to　my　host。
  〃You　observe　it；〃　he　said；　with　a　blush　of　pride；　〃it　is　my　wife's
  idea！　　The　truth　is；　my　daughters　are　of　a　marrying　age；　and　my
  sons　starting　out　for　themselves；　this　house　will　soon　be　much　too
  big　for　two　old　people　to　live　in　alone。　　We　have　planned　it　so
  that　at　any　time　it　can　be　changed　into　an　apartment　house　at　a
  nominal　expense。　　It　is　even　wired　and　plumbed　with　that　end　in
  view！〃
  This　answer　positively　took　my　breath　away。　　I　looked　at　my　host　in
  amazement。　　It　was　hard　to　believe　that　a　man　past　middle　age；　who
  after　years　of　hardest　toil　could　afford　to　put　half　a　million　into
  a　house　for　himself　and　his　children；　and　store　it　with　beautiful
  things；　would　have　the　courage　to　look　so　far　into　the　future　as　to
  see　all　his　work　undone；　his　home　turned　to　another　use　and　himself
  and　his　wife　afloat　in　the　world　without　a　roof　over　their　wealthy
  old　heads。
  Surely　this　was　the　Spirit　of　the　Age　in　its　purest　expression；　the
  more　strikingly　so　that　he　seemed　to　feel　pride　rather　than
  anything　else　in　his　ingenious　combination。
  He　liked　the　city　he　had　built　in　well　enough　now；　but　nothing
  proved　to　him　that　he　would　like　it　later。　　He　and　his　wife　had
  lived　in　twenty　cities　since　they　began　their　brave　fight　with
  Fortune；　far　away　in　a　little　Eastern　town。　　They　had　since　changed
  their　abode　with　each　ascending　rung　of　the　ladder　of　success；　and
  beyond　a　faded　daguerreotype　or　two　of　their　children　and　a　few
  modest　pieces　of　jewelry；　stored　away　in　cotton；　it　is　doubtful　if
  they　owned　a　single　object　belonging　to　their　early　life。
  Another　case　occurs　to　me。　　Near　the　village　where　I　pass　my
  summers；　there　lived　an　elderly；　childless　couple　on　a　splendid
  estate　combining　everything　a　fastidious　taste　could　demand。　　One
  fine　morning　this　place　was　sold；　the　important　library　divided
  between　the　village　and　their　native　city；　the　furniture　sold　or
  given　away；　…　everything　went；　at　the　end　the　things　no　one　wanted
  were　made　into　a　bon…fire　and　burned。
  A　neighbor　asking　why　all　this　was　being　done　was　told　by　the　lady；
  〃We　were　tired　of　it　all　and　have　decided　to　be　'Bohemians'　for　the
  rest　of　our　lives。〃　　This　couple　are　now　wandering　about　Europe　and
  half　a　dozen　trunks　contain　their　belongings。
  These　are；　of　course；　extreme　cases　and　must　be　taken　for　what　they
  are　worth；　nevertheless　they　are　straws　showing　which　way　the　wind
  blows；　signs　of　the　times　that　he　who　runs　may　read。　　I　do　not　run；
  but　I　often　saunter　up　our　principal　avenue；　and　always　find　myself
  wondering　what　will　be　the　future　of　the　splendid　residences　that
  grace　that　thoroughfare　as　it　nears　the　Park；　the　ascending　tide　of
  trade　is　already　circling　round　them　and　each　year　sees　one　or　more
  crumble　away　and　disappear。
  The　finer　buildings　may　remain；　turned　into　clubs　or　restaurants；
  but　the　greater　part　of　the　newer　ones　are　so　ill…adapted　to　any
  other　use　than　that　for　which　they　are　built　that　their　future
  seems　obscure。
  That　fashion　will　flit　away　from　its　present　haunts　there　can　be
  little　doubt；　the　city　below　the　Park　is　sure　to　be　given　up　to
  business；　and　even　the　fine　frontage　on　that　green　space　will
  sooner　or　later　be　occupied　by　hotels；　if　not　stores；　and　he　who
  builds　with　any　belief　in　the　permanency　of　his　surroundings　must
  indeed　be　of　a　hopeful　disposition。
  A　good　lady　occupying　a　delightful　corner　on　this　same　avenue；
  opposite　a　one…story　florist's　shop；　said：
  〃I　shall　remain　here　until　they　build　across　the　way；　then　I
  suppose　I　shall　have　to　move。〃
  So　after　all　the　man　who　is　contented　to　live　in　a　future　apartment
  house；　may　not　be　so　very　far　wrong。
  A　case　of　the　opposite　kind　is　that　of　a　great　millionaire；　who；
  dying；　left　his　house　and　its　collections　to　his　eldest　son　and　his
  grandson　after　him；　on　the　condition　that　they　should　continue　to
  live　in　it。
  Here　was　an　attempt　to　keep　together　a　home　with　its　memories　and
  associations。　　What　has　been　the　result？　　The　street　that　was　a
  charming　centre　for　residences　twenty　years　ago　has　become　a
  〃slum；〃　the　unfortunate　heirs　find　themselves　with　a　house　on　their
  hands　that　they　cannot　live　in　and　are　forbidden　to　rent　or　sell。
  As　a　final　result　the　will　must　in　all　probability　be　broken　and
  the　matter　ended。
  Of　course　the　reason　for　a　great　deal　of　this　is　the　phenomenal
  growth　of　our　larger　cities。　　Hundreds　of　families　who　would　gladly
  remain　in　their　old　homes　are　fairly　pushed　out　of　them　by　the
  growth　of　business。
  Everything　has　its　limits　and　a　time　must　come　when　our　cities　will
  cease　to　expand　or　when　centres　will　be　formed　as　in　London　or
  Paris；　where　generations　may　succeed　each　other　in　the　same　homes。
  So　far；　I　see　no　indications　of　any　such　crystallization　in　this
  our　big　city；　we　seem　to　be　condemned　like　the　〃Wandering　Jew〃　or
  poor　little　〃Joe〃　to　be　perpetually　〃moving　on。〃
  At　a　dinner　of　young　people　not　long　ago　a　Frenchman　visiting　our
  country；　expressed　his　surprise　on　hearing　a　girl　speak　of　〃not
  remembering　the　house　she　was　born　in。〃　　Piqued　by　his　manner　the
  young　lady　answered：
  〃We　are　twenty…four　at　this　table。　　I　do　not　believe　there　is　one
  person　here　living　in　the　house　in　which　he　or　she　was　born。〃　　This
  assertion　raised　a　murmur　of　dissent　around　the　table；　on　a　census
  being　taken　it　proved；　however；　to　be　true。
  How　can　one　expect；　under　circumstances　like　these；　to　find　any
  great　respect　among　young　people　for　home　life　or　the　conservative
  side　of　existence？　　They　are　born　as　it　were　on　the　wing；　and　on
  the　wing　will　they　live。
  The　conditions　of　life　in　this　country；　although　contributing
  largely　to　such　a　state　of　affairs；　must　not　be　held；　however；
  entirely　responsible。　　Underlying　our　civilization　and　culture；
  there　is　still　strong　in　us　a　wild　nomadic　strain　inherited　from　a
  thousand　generations　of　wandering　ancestors；　which　breaks　out　so
  soon　as　man　is　freed　from　the　restraint　incumbent　on　bread…winning
  for　his　family。　　The　moment　there　is　wealth　or　even　a　modest　income
  insured；　comes　the　inclination　to　cut　loose　from　the　dull　routine