The Man About Town
... So the New Year is in. Unregretted and unbeloved 1893 passed away midst fogs and frosts, and is now a pale spectral figure beckoning with her bony linger from the irrecoverable past. It may be a little cowardly thus to assail the character of the dead. No one feels incline:! to write a monumental epitaph over the Past Year and record fictitious praises. vVe hate the Year. It has beenull of ...