Sublime

in a frenzy of commerce,

in a frenzy of commerce,

The ticket hall was teeming, there were wide walkers everywhere, the name he gave to people who wade rather than walk, or have bags on either side of them, or have some other kind of inconsiderately expansive gait.

carts, coaches, carriages, broughams, cabriolets, gigs, coupes, landaus, clarences, barouches, all struggling in different directions.

Above the hoarse loud hum, arose, from time to time, a boisterous laugh; or a scrap of some jingling song, shouted forth, by one of the giddy crowd, would strike upon the ear, for an instant, and then be lost amidst the roar of voices and the tramp of footsteps; the breaking of the billows of the restless sea of life, that rolled heavily on, withou

hurrying off to some other crucial location.

There would be less bustle if there were more activity, if people were simply walking about. Our world would be more silent if it were more strenuous. And this which is true of the apparent physical bustle is true also of the apparent bustle of the intellect.

hurrying off to some other crucial location.